He was the man that was always there for everyone, selfless, effortlessly charming and dependable.
He was the man who looked good in a bright blue 1980e LeBaron convertible.
He was the man who always had a tool to fix broken things with in his garage..
He was the man who took in the waifs and strays and made them feel at home, myself included.
He was the man who knew the special places in LA, and would share them with his friends.
He was the man who climbed up rock faces, swung like a monkey on the Santa Monica rings and ran the LA marathon multiple times in his 50s.
He was the man who gave away my wife at our wedding on the beach at Leo Carrillo
That man was Dennis Lynn. He will never be forgotten by his friends
Rest in peace buddy.