Kevin (AKA: Hooper) was a fine friend and consummate gentleman. A few of us Hullinger fans still chat about him whenever circumstances bring us together. His athletic skills were quite remarkable ... basketball, golf, throwing a football - he made it all look smooth and easy. And adults loved the man as well ... can still see how horribly upset my father was w/ the news of his shocking death. Occasionally wonder how he would have thrived in life - and do red heads ever turn gray?- would have been great to find out! Continue to rest in peace Kevin - you sure made some cool waves until that fateful day in Germany.
Ya know what? I still miss you, Hoops. Just this morning I bounced back to a memory of a crazy winter night in 1972. We were in your dad's Cutlass spinning donuts in the icy BayShore shopping center lot behind Sears with Tommy Jame's Dizzy playing at ear-splitting volume...laughing like escaped lunatics, free and crazy at the center of our own universe...
Kevin was the most amazing, unique dude. He wasn't sculpted at all like a Greek god, but damn he could sure play like one. Everything athletic was seemingly effortless for the man: football, basketball, golf, tennis. He probably would have been an Olympic fencemaster if you stuck a foil in his hand. And that easy grace translated to his personality as well. A once-in-a-lifetime kind of guy. His should have been longer.
Robert Falk
Kevin (AKA: Hooper) was a fine friend and consummate gentleman. A few of us Hullinger fans still chat about him whenever circumstances bring us together. His athletic skills were quite remarkable ... basketball, golf, throwing a football - he made it all look smooth and easy. And adults loved the man as well ... can still see how horribly upset my father was w/ the news of his shocking death. Occasionally wonder how he would have thrived in life - and do red heads ever turn gray?- would have been great to find out! Continue to rest in peace Kevin - you sure made some cool waves until that fateful day in Germany.
Steve LeGrand
Ya know what? I still miss you, Hoops. Just this morning I bounced back to a memory of a crazy winter night in 1972. We were in your dad's Cutlass spinning donuts in the icy BayShore shopping center lot behind Sears with Tommy Jame's Dizzy playing at ear-splitting volume...laughing like escaped lunatics, free and crazy at the center of our own universe...
Kevin was the most amazing, unique dude. He wasn't sculpted at all like a Greek god, but damn he could sure play like one. Everything athletic was seemingly effortless for the man: football, basketball, golf, tennis. He probably would have been an Olympic fencemaster if you stuck a foil in his hand. And that easy grace translated to his personality as well. A once-in-a-lifetime kind of guy. His should have been longer.