Some of my earliest memories about Amanda's dad, Mike, involve him sitting at his work bench, working on some false teeth in his lab at their home, wearing those headset magnifier glasses, and going out on the boat those few summers. We'd stop at the gas station to fill up and get some potato chips and drinks, and head to the reservoir. It was there that I first attempted water skiing. He would eventually trade in his boat and his little truck for a convertible Mustang, and several years later, he would trade in his dental lab for an 18-wheeler and the open roads of the United States.
He was an avid Pearl "Pirate" Band groupie parent, and rarely missed a football game or band competition.
He was a pretty cool, laid-back, funny, easygoing man. A man whose 'vices' were Waffle House, Marlboros, and Necco candy wafers.
This is the last time I saw him. October 31, 2006, at Amanda's wedding.
He passed away last night, and he will be missed.
Please keep Amanda and her family in your thoughts and/or prayers.
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