To the double m family from the 2k (kevin Killeen) family, God got a good one. Michael was a great guy, I worked with him in the car business for a bunch of years, we hung out together for a bunch of years, and he was the best trainer of green peas (new salesmen) that I ever had, a good and great man. I can remember a time around 1970 that we were holding court and shuffltons bar and there was a beautiful girl with Michael that was a knock out. So after three or four hours of dark rum (Meyers), and splash of lime, I started to propose to her. Michael reminded me I was a married man with furniture meaning 5 kids, 2 dogs, and a cat named dummy. That’s when we all had one more drink for the road, and thats the last time I saw the pretty girl, his daughter Linda. She was coming from Texas where she was working, heading to New York for a new job. And she was a very nice and beautiful girl, thank god she looked like BBB (bad back Bernise), that was michaels only gal his whole life, like Patty was mine. So Saturday at mass if you see an old guy in a wheel chair, with oxygen strapped to him, a white cane, a companion dog, and a big horn for a hearing aid, it isn’t me. If you see a guy with a racing form under his arm, a dark rum in his hand, and a smile on his face it’s me, kevin from heaven. How could anybody have a mass for themselves on the day of the Kentucky derby, which is the first Saturday in May for the last 135 years. I haven’t missed a Kentucky derby in 50 years, so this is a test from god, I will see you Saturday at 1. Mike was a greater from Vegas and I tried to find him a couple times while out there, but I missed him. So since he’s becoming a greater in heaven, I’m not going to miss him this time. Love you all, kevin from heaven.
