Since the beginning of his memorial, over 100,000 of Kevin's key rings have been distributed. Something that started out as a local memorial in 1997, has become a worldwide memorial since 1999. Preserving the memory of our son, Kevin and hopefully helping others become aware of the dangers related to driving under the influence.   You don't want to be a member of my club.  There's nothing worse. I joined my club on December 31, 1997. Kevin attended the last of a three-day pitching seminar that day.  He invited me to come along and watch.  A very special moment for a father because, as with most teens, they don't want their parents tagging along. Afterwards, I invited Kevin to dinner at a local restaurant.  We talked about everything from girls to baseball.  After dinner we exchanged good-byes... for the last time. Later that evening, Kevin attended a New Years Eve party where alcohol was provided.  Around 10:20, Kevin and his friend Roy left to go somewhere.  Within blocks of the party and within blocks of his own home, Kevin crashed in to a tree. I was at a friend's house when I got a call from Kevin's mother, Linda.  She told me there had been an accident, but didn't know the details.  I flew down the freeway.  I kept thinking, "I hope he's alive". When I arrived there were six to eight police cars, lights flashing and the road was closed off.  The paramedics had just taken Roy, Kevin's passenger, out of the car.  I headed toward the crash only to be stopped about 50 feet from the car by officers asking who I was.   After telling them I was Kevin's father, they said I couldn't go up there.  I was then patted on the shoulder and told how sorry they were.  The chaplain soon arrived and confirmed my worst fear. There were fireworks over the Mississippi River that night.  The city was celebrating the arrival of a new year and our family just had our hearts ripped out.