Dennis

I woke up this morning thinking about my old friend, Dennis Mattingly, who passed away last year after a 10 year battle with bone cancer. I was fortunate to call him a friend since our first meeting in a hotel bar in Houston in 1982. We were there for a baseball convention and I went on to work for him for five summers in the 80's in Anchorage. This is how I remember Dennis, sitting outside the clubhouse, watching his beloved Anchorage Bucs play on a beautiful Alaskan evening, a Big Gulp at the ready. Middle photo is Turnagin Arm  outside Anchorage on the road to Kenai. Bottom, fishing boat on the Kenai River.