Mike really enjoyed himself. He could always find something to laugh about. He loved the time he spent with his brother Reagan and the story's for the fish that always seemed to get away. I will never forget the Pink Floyd (The Wall) concert. Nothing do but Mike have us go to the wall, through a sea of people, I thought we were in a sardine can. But Mike just kept going until we made it down front. It was great. Afterwords we get on 85 to come home, but somehow go south, we didn't notice till we started seeing Atlanta exit signs. Out of gas, tired and hungry, Mike still laughed about that most of the way home. Gone but never forgotten