I was a fan at 11 and at 18 met the georgeous Hutch at a party in Paul Daintys house. He was shy and very gracious to me and I was anervous teenage fan! I ran into him a few times in the following years and my love and respect for him never altered. I miss you Hutch and the saddest part of losing you was knowing that I will never see you smile and call me 'kid' ever again. I think of you from time to time and if heaven exists the shy guy will say 'Hi kid, hows things?' when I get there.