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Our friend, Ken

My dear friend, Ken Hampton, has gone ahead.

That's how I like to think of it, as though he is breaking trail, lighting the way for those of us who remain behind.

I had the great fortune of sharing elementary school with Ken and even better we shared the same birthday.

We used to laugh when he claimed to be older, as he was born in the morning and I was born in the evening, though neither of us were entirely sure those statistics were accurate.

Ken achieved many things, but every day of his life he was a “good man.” He made school happier and friendlier.

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