Loved this guy, he was like my little cousin. Worked with him and his brother Dale, had nothing but laughs every day. So many stories for the little time we spent working together, could write a book. One night, we were working at the high school repairing lighting, Dru found a bicycle and started ripping down the hallways, then left a huge skid mark on the terrazzo floor. I said " holy shit Dru, you gotta get that cleaned up before we leave tonight". He poured a gallon of furniture polish on it and started scrubbing away. The tire mark was gone, but the floor was so slippery, we spent the rest of the night seeing who could slide down the hallway the furthest. The next day, his old man got a call from the principal wanting to know what we had done to the floor, because the vice principal had wiped out and fell on her ass. And of course, none of us knew anything about that. Rest in peace Dru, love the Fisher family.
