Michael attended Syracuse University his freshman year in college and maybe a bit beyond that. His roommate was Felix who became the lead singer with the Young Rascals. Mike saw Felix on occasion in Reno when Felix and the Rascals performed. I saw Michael in my sophomore year at Fredonia State in 1963. I saw him at the Colonial Inn, which had become the new hangout, replacing Gangi's. The Colonial was an Animal House adventure with 25 cent pints of Michelob, plenty of girls, and a bowling machine where bets were wagered either for drinks or money. My first memory of Michael was on the bowling machine where I could often be found. I remember Mike was good on the machine but not one of the best. He often lost, but he was always close to winning. The Colonial Inn was so enticing to Michael that he rented and lived in one of the rooms. He was an avid rock and roll fan and loved the Beatles. WKBW, a Buffalo TV channel, sponsored a Beatles look-alike contest. Michael grew his hair to look like a Beatle, entered the contest, and won! He appeared on WKBW as the winner and during his interview said hello "to all my friends at the Colonial Inn at Fredonia." A loud outburst of laughter and cheers occurred at the Colonial where many people viewed Michael's interview. I still own GI Blues, an album he gave me. Michael sometimes hosted Monopoly games in his room. However, he and the others played for real money, and Michael often came up short. One night, when he owned Boardwalk and had a hotel on his property, another player landed on it. Michael was elated and thought he had won. However, someone pointed out that he was in jail and couldn't collect rents when he was in jail. He lost the game. Because he was a Fredonia native, I came to know some of his local friends: David Burt, David Prince, Bob Marsh, and Larry Ritenburg come to mind. I know Michael enjoyed Fredonia and his childhood friends. After he left, he often planned his return, but it never happened. He did return for his 50th high school reunion, however. He told me of a high school incident. An exasperated teacher said to him, "The trouble with you, Michael, is you think you are the smartest student in the school and you aren't!" Michael said, "Oh no? Who is?" The teacher named another student. Michael said he did not say anything further, because he thought the other student may have been smarter than he was as well. This is what I remember about Michael when we both lived in Fredonia. We both moved on in a similar direction. Go west, young men! Bill Stowell