I know Randy was very much looking forward to our upcoming 40th reunion, and I'm very sorry that now, he won't be there.  

What I remember most about Randy was when we were in Jr. High at John Marshall.  I can't remember if they called the dances in the gymnasium "sock hops" or "mixers", but what I do remember is how all the girls would line up on one side of the gym, and all the boys would line up on the other.  The DJ or band would play one song after another to a empty dance floor, and after a while you had to wonder if ever the twain would meet.  

After an uncomfortably long time during which only the girls would dance with each other because none of the boys could muster the nerve to put themselves out there, out of the mob of guys, (and I'm talking here about on more than one occasion), Randy would emerge and cross the invisible line separating the genders, and be the first guy willing to ask a girl to dance.  Then, like when performing as a singer in the rock groups he fronted back then, Randy would take on a Tom Jones-esque persona, moving his upper body and gyrating his hips, while largely keeping his feet planted in one place on the floor. Meanwhile, the rest of us guys would snicker and whisper to each-other, making fun of him while, at least for me, admiring the #ell out of him for having the nerve and jealous that he was out there making time with the girls on the dance floor while the rest of us stood there like a bunch of cowards.  I always admired Randy for that, and had planned to tell that story on our reunion facebook page sometime between now and September.  

RIP brother, I know I'll never forget you...