Milo’s rascally resume is sterling: he once polished off a Pagliacci pizza in 60 seconds; he once pulled a Thanksgiving turkey off the counter and ate a leg and wing before intervention; he once rampaged the Hill's Resort patio; he once brought a Garfield High baseball game to a stop running out to greet his brother playing centerfield; and he once devoured 100 pieces of Halloween candy (wrappers too) in a single sitting. But his true legend was a spirit, heart and earnest charm that could light the globe. He made friends everywhere he went. He was our third child and we all dubbed him "The Baby." A truly special soul. Our love for this guy is beyond words.