I first met "Chink" when I camped at Baraga State Park as a child with my late parents some 50 years ago. Later as an adult camping with my own family, I recognized him (white shirt, black dress pants, and straw hat) at the Pines Gas Station. Later that day I saw him "patrol his park" in retirement and I stepped to the roadside and stopped him. He remembered me and we visited each other annually at the park and finally at the Leisure Living Facility for the past 15 years. I also had the privilege of speaking about him at a little ceremony honoring him at the park. His spirit will always be in that park for me. My sincere sympathy to his family on the loss of this grand old gent!