Dwight and my brother, James Lindzy were best friends growing up. I remember them taking turns riding my in a bicycle wire basket with a little pillow in it so I was comfortable. I still think of the house he grew up in as Grandma Rauch's house and think of Dwight. I pass that house every time I leave my house. I remember him and my brother shooting birds in the barn and me screaming. Grandma came and took me in the house. He used to come to our house to play with Jimmy. They always let me tag along. I was only 2 or 3 when I remember him around a lot.