When I think of Brant, I always am reminded of TBirds. He really enjoyed tooling around in them, particularly a hard top that he had which easily turned into a convertible. Countless times he would drive down my street, Dormidera Ave, and honk the horn, right arm resting on the sill of the door, and a big grin on his face while he waited for me to go "cruisin'" with him. He was a happy guy in those days. I lost all contact with him after graduation and I sincerely hope his life, thereafter, was as joyful as high school was.
John Lancaster
When I think of Brant, I always am reminded of TBirds. He really enjoyed tooling around in them, particularly a hard top that he had which easily turned into a convertible. Countless times he would drive down my street, Dormidera Ave, and honk the horn, right arm resting on the sill of the door, and a big grin on his face while he waited for me to go "cruisin'" with him. He was a happy guy in those days. I lost all contact with him after graduation and I sincerely hope his life, thereafter, was as joyful as high school was.