Brad was the first to arrive at the 1962 New Year's Eve party that 'never happened' as far as any attendees were concerned. He was banging on the living room plate glass windows before my parents had even left, and then he scrambled around the side of the house scaling the weaved fence and toppling into the backyard.
He excitedly retold that story for the rest of the night for any who hadn't yet heard it. The plate glass vibrated more and the fence got higher with each rendition. He rehearsed the least of anyone in the group for the 'Billy Bear' song, but he pulled off the lead performance flawlessly in front of the entire student body. He passed out drinks from his mystery keg in the middle of a packed rooting section at South Salem to the delight of both young and old until he was hauled out by Salem's finest. He would bring that empty keg to home games with a hammer for noise value and then threaten to charge across the floor and terrorize the visiting rally squads. Brad hiked in with me once to a high mountain lake at the top of the Santiam Pass. I always wished that all of North Salem High could have seen and heard him as he paddled back and forth across the deep blue water in a tiny rubber raft, singing nursery songs at the top of his voice. You had a good time with loads of fun and laughter anytime you were around Brad. He did over and beyond his share to make high school years fun for others. He was also a very loyal and true friend who always had a smile. ~ Mike Cooley