Craig was probably my closest friend during my junior and senior years, though we were probably opposites in most senses. Craig was a chain smoker, i was a nonsmoker. I tended to be a rule follower, Craig was a rule bender. I tried to behave myself, Craig got his greatest joy from annoying people. He had a quick wit and warped sense of humor, and that is what I most cherished about him. That was Craig's superpower. He was the master at asking the impertinent question. Here is a prime example. I had been dating a girl from Mentor during summer after graduation, who lived just down the street from my house. I went to Chicago for college, and during Spring 1974 I began a relationship with a young lady at school. No big deal, just dating stuff. I shared that info with Craig. I returned home for summer 1974, and one day I was sitting with Jody on our front lawn when Craig arrived and joined us. Shortly after, Craig blurts out "hey Ed what is the name of that girl that you are dating in Chicago". Classic Craig. Which one of us was misbehaving? He was being a dick but I was not being honest. I have a sister who is a year younger. Craig loved to annoy her, and always showed great skill at fending off her insults. Craig had a crush on one of my sister's friends and was relentless in pursuing her. Craig was clever and artful in the way that he would woo her and present his case as to why she should favor him with her attention despite her rejections. I think that she was both amused and repelled by Craig, and appreciated his wit and persistence. He had a similar attraction - repulsion affect on a lot of our teachers. Mr Searson, Mr Lancaster, Mr Vick and Mr Valko. He certainly could push their buttons. Craig was not an athlete, but he had an uncanny ability to come up with the 30 foot one handed shot (cigarette in the other hand) to beat you at H-O-R-S-E. He would frequently remind me about the late night snowball fight that we had in the church yard up the street, where he nailed me with a perfect strike to my ear with a snowball as I was running across the field. One of the things that helped us to bond was music. I introduced him to Led Zeppelin IV in 1972, and that set us down the path. We spent a lot of time listening to that album, and Humble Pie Rockin the Fillmore and of course Dark Side of the Moon. Craig was an orphan, and his adoptive parents were good people, but folks who did not greatly appreciate his eccentricities. On the other hand, my mother thoroughly enjoyed Craig, and sometimes would spend good lots of time in the kitchen chatting with Craig if he happened to come by when I was out of the house. Reminds me of what a kind person my mother was, and what a unique and special person Craig was.