I have so many memories of Scott, especially, as a small boy. He always had a smile. He was so proud of his kids. When i visited Scott in Denver, he walked me through his home and held photos of events with his kids ie wave running, fishing, four wheeling. While quiet, Scott would process every detail in a conversation. When little, I would put Scott and his brother, David, in the trunk of my '67 Cougar and sneak them into a drive in movie with Aunt Dee Ann. Scott and I talked of a ride on our motorcycles "one day". I guess we will have to do that in heaven, so, Scott, keep that Harley tuned!!! I love you, Uncle John