Growing up, to me, John was Matt’s Dad. A welcoming face whenever we would hang out at The King’s (which was often). He took an interest in how we were doing and what we were up to and was always willing to impart some wisdom. You never felt like you were imposing or overstaying your welcome. Over the years, John became a true friend and I am grateful for the times I spent with him. He will certainly be remembered fondly and sorely missed.