I heard from Mark McCloskey last night. So sad. Denny was a friend, a classmate, a team mate.  I have a funny, almost daily experience to relate. Every morning getting out of the shower and toweling off, I harken back to our high school football team, and the showers after each practice, and Denny would immediately come to mind! I have no idea why Denny, except maybe he swatted me with a towel one time! I know, it's definitely strange! I'll repost this on our site, but my condolences go out to Linda and all his family, and you. 

Posted on: Feb 26, 2024 at 4:33 AM

I had to laugh and cry when I first saw this obituary this morning. I had talked with Peggy, Joe's wife, a few days ago, and knew the end was near. But this photo is typical Joe Miller! I first met Joe in 1959, start of 7th grade at Jefferson Jr HS. We became very close friends in our high school years. Joe was always up for a party. Perhaps we can share some Joe stories in September. Our small group of close friends gathered in Lebo a year ago over Memorial Day weekend. I even stayed at the home I grew up in that is now an air bnb. He wore that hat everywhere! For sure I know he had a full life, and I refuse to mourn his wonderful life!

Happy Birthday, Igloo.... I see Lebo won WPIAL in baseball again this year!

Posted on: Feb 26, 2023 at 4:33 AM

Happy birthday.... I did have a crush on you back in the day. I believe you were part of a group of us that went to see Blue Hawaii. Either later that evening or some other time, we all walked across Cedar Lake. I was a dumb, shy oaf, so I kept my distance, but I loved your red hair!

From June 1963 Post Gazette

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Carl was the closest and earest of friends when we met at age 12. He had just moved from the other side of Lebo to the Lincoln Bum district. We walked to Jefferson almost every day for three years. Carly was friends with a peronality form KDKA radio's son, Zeke Jackson (who went on the become a local DJ himself), and Zeke sold us a turntable set, amplifier, tubes and wires for $75. We became the school dance disc jokeys, along with Bill Austin, after winning a school contest. Carl and I would sneak out at night and prowl the neighborhood, doing not much more than swiping a couple donuts from theback of Isaly's baked by the bakery a couple doors down (on Beverly). We both moved away, moved back and moved away, but stayed in touch. I was fortunate to be able to visit with him in New Hampshire three years ago,just after he had moved there from Ohio. He wasn't much for reunions,marching to his own music it seemed, but that is what led him to be one of the first in our class to recognize the power of the Beatles and appreciate the poetry of Bob Dylan. There were a hald dozen of us that hung together throughout high schooland early college. Two have now passed in the last year or so (Buzz Ritter), so it brings home with force my sense of mortality. Carl loved a glass of scotch, one ice cube, so, perhaps, we can individully toast him in that manner this evening...

Carl was the closest and dearest of friends when we met at age 12. He had just moved from the other side of Lebo to the Lincoln Bum district. We walked to Jefferson almost every day for three years. Carly was friends with a peronality form KDKA radio's son, Zeke Jackson (who went on the become a local DJ himself), and Zeke sold us a turntable set, amplifier, tubes and wires for $75. We became the school dance disc jokeys, along with Bill Austin, after winning a school contest. Carl and I would sneak out at night and prowl the neighborhood, doing not much more than swiping a couple donuts from theback of Isaly's baked by the bakery a couple doors down (on Beverly). We both moved away, moved back and moved away, but stayed in touch. I was fortunate to be able to visit with him in New Hampshire three years ago,just after he had moved there from Ohio. He wasn't much for reunions,marching to his own music it seemed, but that is what led him to be one of the first in our class to recognize the power of the Beatles and appreciate the poetry of Bob Dylan. There were a hald dozen of us that hung together throughout high schooland early college. Two have now passed in the last year or so (Buzz Ritter), so it brings home with force my sense of mortality. Carl loved a glass of scotch, one ice cube, so, perhaps, we can individully toast him in that manner this evening...

Carl was the closest and dearest of friends when we met at age 12. He had just moved from the other side of Lebo to the Lincoln Bum district. We walked to Jefferson almost every day for three years. Carly was friends with a peronality form KDKA radio's son, Zeke Jackson (who went on the become a local DJ himself), and Zeke sold us a turntable set, amplifier, tubes and wires for $75. We became the school dance disc jokeys, along with Bill Austin, after winning a school contest. Carl and I would sneak out at night and prowl the neighborhood, doing not much more than swiping a couple donuts from theback of Isaly's baked by the bakery a couple doors down (on Beverly). We both moved away, moved back and moved away, but stayed in touch. I was fortunate to be able to visit with him in New Hampshire three years ago,just after he had moved there from Ohio. He wasn't much for reunions,marching to his own music it seemed, but that is what led him to be one of the first in our class to recognize the power of the Beatles and appreciate the poetry of Bob Dylan. There were a half dozen of us that hung together throughout high schooland early college. Two have now passed in the last year or so (Buzz Ritter), so it brings home with force my sense of mortality. Carl loved a glass of scotch, one ice cube, so, perhaps, we can individully toast him in that manner this evening...

So, do we have permission to play the twist?