Growing up having Duane as my big brother was indeed an experience. For years I believed I was here to be his guinea pig { experiment } In his younger years he was a boyscout { explorer }. He had to learn different types of knots. The hang mans noose. He applied the noose on me hanging me from a ceiling light. When he realized he mastered the knot, he'd stand back and laugh and say, " Yep, now I can get my badge."
Meanwhile I'm hanging from the ceiling turning different colors. Duane was full of love and never short on comments or words. I always looked up to him and loved him as much as a brother could love a brother. I miss him so much and can't wait to join him once again. I love you Duane R.I.P..............Steve