Today would have been Trevor’s 33rd birthday and later on Nina and I will release some balloons in his memory. There’s a pretty good wind blowing today so the balloons should get a long ride before coming to the ground.

However, rather than being 33 today, Trevor will be forever 29. Somewhere around 2 or 3 a.m. on Thursday, January 18, 2001, Trevor and John (aka Fred) Adamson were driving up Mill Creek Canyon on the east side of Salt Lake City. Trevor was driving the car, failed to negotiate a turn, and both of them were killed. Details about the accident and funeral are in the "Trevor G. Smith" link on the right.

We didn’t know that Trevor was in Salt Lake City that day. I had tried to reach him on his cell phone the day previously without any success as I was in California on business and could have arranged to fly back to Colorado Springs through Los Angeles and perhaps see him at the airport. The accident intervened and Trevor stopped getting any older. It is still a very tender wound that will probably never really heal. Trevor loved Yellowstone Park and the last time we spent any significant time together was at a family reunion at Yellowstone Park. He drove his old, brown Volkswagon bus (there aren’t many of these old busses around anymore, but whenever I see a brown one I’m reminded of Trevor). So Nina and I will go to Yellowstone this weekend on a small camping trip and will remember Trevor while we are there. Thanks for calling, Jim, and remembering Trevor’s birthday!