Brian was my older brother. I have lots of memories of us growing up together. We were different from each other but we got along, especially at home. We each had our own group of friends. The names Teddy Wilson, Cameron Duncan McPherson and Terry Farhall come to mind as Brian’s buddies. I don’t think we ever fought even though we slept in the same room for years. We wrestled a lot. Once a little too aggressively where we bashed a hole in our bedroom wall. Mom made us fix it. Did a terrible job of it.
The thing we did most together was play catch in the front yard. Baseball in the spring, football in the fall. We developed pretty good arms. 50 yds with the football was a breeze. We wore out a couple of footballs hitting the asphalt street. We’d throw baseballs until the cover came off. After a while Bri got into golf and I liked to play ball, so he would chip golf balls and I would catch them and throw them back.
We’d listen to hockey games on the radio. Eric Bishop was the announcer. He was so descriptive we would cheer, yell and jump up and down on our beds when Calgary scored.
I don’t know what made us laugh, but often times we would laugh so hard and long that we could hardly breathe and our stomachs would hurt.
The biggest influence he had on me was recommending me for a job at the Columbia Icefields. It was 1969. His company (Touche, Ross, Bailey and Smart) were the auditors for Brewster Transport. He knew Brewster's comptroller quite well and I got the job. I was there for 4 years and this was where I met my wife, Fran. Thank you, Brian.
He was a good man, and a good brother. I was always proud of him.
Glen Kinder
