Norm and I were close through our early to mid teen years. We were each the 'brother' we never had. Norm was a real leader. He even had a horse! We spent many evenings exploring the bowels of Lindsay on our bikes, and Norm was always prompt to be home on time so not to upset his mother and sister. We would spend hours in his bedroom analyzing songs of the British rock invasion played on his ghetto blaster. No one else had a machine like that back then. Of course we were influenced by a 2-4 of Labatt 50 neatly camouflaged under his bed. We lost touch after I left Lindsay in 1969. He was a boyhood hero to me, a kid from Punkin Hollow.