Mike could have been the quintessential “good old boy” and lorded over the rest of us young lawyers all scrambling to make a living. With his dad’s reputation and his connections Mike had no need to reach out to others. Anyone who knew Mike knows nothing could have been further from the truth. He was not a “good old boy”–he was a good person. When I opened my solo practice in a 3rd floor walk up in the mid 80′s Mike was one of the first lawyers I met. He showed me how to set up a small office and freely shared not just forms and procedures but his common sense and wisdom. I was lucky enough to work on several cases with him and he was honest, diligent and a lot of fun. We even teamed up as partners in Judge Brennan’s tennis league–man he had a wicked serve. I remember most of all the love he had for his boys and the big–blue I think–Cadillac he drove. I remember his crowded office full of files. Most of all I remember his joie de vivre–that big smile that always brightened my day. Rest easy, Mike, we miss you.