Phil was one of my best friends. We raised a lot of hell in our day! In the Army he was stationed in Ethiopia and while going to visit a girl at a Peace Corp camp over the local mountain, on his motorcycle, he lost it on a sandy curve and sadly lost hjs life. I was like the 5th brother in the Dorrance family. I went to Phil's funeral with Franny Ortale who was also killed on a motorcycle two weeks after Phil's funeral.

Phil was an interesting, nice-looking young fellow; smart, but probably didn't, or didn't ever have a chance to, reach his full potential. When Phil was allowed to use the family 1956 black and white Olds coupe he was told to bring it back full so he quickly learned how low the gas tank could be and still read full on the gauge.He and his three brothers grew up on Vernon Drive just down the street from John Potter. He joined the Army and was stationed in Ethiopia where, it is my understanding, he was the victim of a fatal motorcycle accident at a very young age.It is unfortunate nobody ever got get a chance to see what Phil could have been and done, had he had a chance to live longer.