Tuesday, February 21, 2017
One of my fondest memories of John was when I was sitting in Mr. Baldwin's 7th grade history class. I would look out the window and see this tall, blonde haired dude with cowboy boots and hat walking up the sidewalk to school 45 minutes late everyday. He lived one block from the school. I thought to myself, "now there's a guy who lives by his own rules." That was big John.
Rod Diefenbach
