While Kevin was in training to become a Navy SEAL, he came up to Montana for a visit.  He had to stay in excellent shape, so he would run every day.

I remember that every morning he would get ready to run, by stretching out in the driveway at Grandma Eva's house and then he would run, (not jog, but dead run) all the way down Daly Ave. South to Doran Lane, or turn and go down Grantsdale Rd. all the way to Aunt Bernie's house on Zimmerman Lane, AND BACK!!!!

Erin and I had a blast riding our bikes along behind him, and sometimes we would try to race him, and even on bikes he could give us a run for the money!!  I'll never forget when he called Grandma after he made it into the SEALS, I felt like I had helped him get there!  Kevin always kept in touch with us girls, and made us feel really grown up and important to him!

I loved him very much, and I'll miss him for the rest of my life!

Note:  Kevin never actually became a SEAL.  When he was in Hawaii, around 1985, he took the screening tests and was accepted (his training paid off), however, he would have had to sign up for 4 more years and by then he was already planning his civilian life.  (Doug Printz)