From: John Damian Brinkmann, Jr.

When I think of pops, I think of Summer League Basketball (St. Aloysius), Weekends at the shore, Church on 2nd Street, Chicago Bulls (Jordan) games on TV (with pops in his open button down and boxers), Dinner Stories (WWII), Always finishing his dinner plate, Rolling Rocks at The Bay Condo, Hitting his brand new golf balls into the ocean (He wasn't happy about that), My dad swinging the golf club through the garage window on Wesley, Pops birthday parties, Pops love for bananas (Have you ever seen a sick monkey?), stories about pops from uncle bill and dad (such as pops beeping at the 'tough' guys in Frankford and yelling at them out the window while my dad and Uncle Bill ducked down in the back seat, pops story about Uncle Paul's rushing performance against Somerton, Aunt Anne's memorial basketball game, playing golf with pops at the course at the electric plant, Basketball stories about the girls, Jack Ramsey stories, pops' medicine (stingers), Voltaco's, etc.

I am so lucky to have all of these memories.  I could go on with this list for pages.  Lately, when I find my mind wandering, it is always to one of these times.  I find comfort and peace in knowing that Pops will never be forgotten. As Pops became more and more sentimental in his later years, he always made sure I knew how much he cared about me.  I love you Pops! - John D. Brinkmann