Joe Heinan

Joe and I were best friends from about first grade to seventh at Saint Josephs.  We spent many Saturdays exploring the creeks and ravines around Redding looking for old bottles, arrowheads and panning for gold in Sulfur creek and  just having a good time being kids. We had many overnight stays as younsters at our parents houses and got into a lot of mischief.  We crossed the railroad tressel on the catwalk and did the same on the miracle mile bridge. Joe was fearless.  In high school Joe and I were not so close of friends, he moved along to keggers and girls and I was still looking for arrowheads and fishing.  Joe was still a lot of fun and a character that would do anything for a good laugh and do it very athletically, he could make a good joke out of about anything.  Joe and I reconnected many years later and had some good times talking by his place on Topaz Lake.  I was impressed by his woodworking skills and that he had the trout fishing in Topaz Lake figured out. Dang, I wish Joe could come and go fishing with me now at my place here in Mexico. He was fearless and a lot of fun.