I met Marty a long time ago in Prince George. I must have been in grade 1 or so when I met him. He was kinda racist at first and didn't call me by my first name and called me "Chinaman" for a longest while. Shortly he changed that and that worked out well.

Me and Marty were quite a mischievious pair and partners in crime. But I won't get into those.... What you don't know won't hurt you, yet.. But I will try to tell you about some cleaner stories.

I remember, we were building rockets and we had a luncher made like a soldering iron. We left it in a machine vise in his work room. Of course, Carol, Marty's sister came in and plugged in what she thought was a hair curling iron. Well, when the rocket launched off and hit the walll and hit the ceiling she obviously knew not...

Throwing eggs and rotting food at houses is not a new concept. However, we got clever one time and us poked a hole in an egg and poured out the contents. Used some candle wax to reseal the end. Then fill the egg with ink Seal the last end up with wax and tah-dah!! This is a real nasty one if you don't hit the side of a wall but it goes through an open window!

Me and Marty would spend endilesss hours at Stedmans or downtown playing Asterooids or other arcade games.

Marty got married to high school crush, Gina. He as of 2003 was still living in Prince George. He has a son named Nathan.