John Aiston was one of a kind. He exemplified integrity in everything he did. He and I were one of only four senior football players who admitted to being at Don Dahlstrom's beer bash and were summarily kicked off the team for our honesty. John was probably the toughest guy I've ever known. I've seen him tear into, and win, against much larger foes. During the summer of 1969, John and I hitch-hiked from Deerfield to San Fransisco. I'll never know how we servived that trip. We were 19 years old. We spent many evenings at the Filmore West listening to now famous artists. He was one of my very best friends and I think about him often. Hope you are in a great place, Johnny. Love you man.

John was quite a character and I remember sitting next to him junior year in American History. He usually fell asleep about halfway through the class. I have to say I could not blame him:-) Also spent the first week or so at Whitewater Wisconsin playing cards with John, Scott Riesche and Barb Rich in the student union. It was nice to be with those familiar faces as we were adjusting to college.

John was one of the two linebackers, along with Mike Flint, that helped our team to an undefeated season. John went to UW, Whitwater, same as me, after DHS and joined a fraternity there. We once hitchhiked in the dead of winter to Deerfield to attend Gerry Carper's wedding. He left Whitewater but returned once on his motorcycle. I hopped on the back, and we cruzed downtown looking for fun, only to get arrested for not wearing helmets - not required in Illinois but required in Wisconsin. He died too young.