My dad died in November of 1999. Though his death hit me hard, it was not really a suprise. He's in a much better place now, and I am glad that he has finally found peace.
Though they bore no physical resemblance, many from their NTCHS era will remember Mike Johnson and Brad Lawrence as a matched set. What a pair! There was no mischief they would not tackle together. When I remember Mike, I see a quick, huge smile break across his face as he chooses the next victim for one of their pranks. He was a great competitor and a fine friend.
Mike was my cousin, but more than that he was my friend. Mike was about eight years old when a large part of our family made the big Texaco Migration to Washington. I remember him in Grandma Johnson's driveway as we left town. Through the years Mike made many trips to Washington to visit and I made a few back to Sunburst. Ironically Mike died the same year I was in the processs of moving back to Montana. Many years ago Mike gave me one of his famous signs with "Deaton" on it. It had become weathered and was packed away after a few moves. I recently refinished it and installed it at my driveway, so every time I come home, I see a reminder of a great person who I miss very much.
Almost a decade after his death and not a day goes by that I don't think about my dad. He had a huge impact on my life even though he left it entirely too soon. I miss him and am saddened when I think about all the good times we could have shared together and all that I could have learned from him. His struggle with himself was unfortunate because he did so much for so many and was appreciated and admired even though he may not have felt that way. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has memories of my dad as he carted roudy bunches of sports teams around the state. I'd be interested to hear about any stories or memories that others have of "Bus Driver Mike".
Patrick J Johnson (Johnson) (1969)
Mike was born October 8, 1950 and died November 6, 1999. We miss him. He was most proud of his children Heather and Treavor.Heather Johnson (Beck) (1997)
My dad died in November of 1999. Though his death hit me hard, it was not really a suprise. He's in a much better place now, and I am glad that he has finally found peace.Joe White (1958)
Though they bore no physical resemblance, many from their NTCHS era will remember Mike Johnson and Brad Lawrence as a matched set. What a pair! There was no mischief they would not tackle together. When I remember Mike, I see a quick, huge smile break across his face as he chooses the next victim for one of their pranks. He was a great competitor and a fine friend.Edward "Korky" Deaton (1961)
Mike was my cousin, but more than that he was my friend.Mike was about eight years old when a large part of our family made the big Texaco Migration to Washington. I remember him in Grandma Johnson's driveway as we left town. Through the years Mike made many trips to Washington to visit and I made a few back to Sunburst. Ironically Mike died the same year I was in the processs of moving back to Montana. Many years ago Mike gave me one of his famous signs with "Deaton" on it. It had become weathered and was packed away after a few moves. I recently refinished it and installed it at my driveway, so every time I come home, I see a reminder of a great person who I miss very much.
Treavor Johnson (1999)
Almost a decade after his death and not a day goes by that I don't think about my dad. He had a huge impact on my life even though he left it entirely too soon. I miss him and am saddened when I think about all the good times we could have shared together and all that I could have learned from him. His struggle with himself was unfortunate because he did so much for so many and was appreciated and admired even though he may not have felt that way. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has memories of my dad as he carted roudy bunches of sports teams around the state. I'd be interested to hear about any stories or memories that others have of "Bus Driver Mike".