After graduation, Allen, Sue Delaney and myself took a bike trek through DC, down to the C&O Canal path, and on up to Great Falls. My bike was a clunker, I recall, heavy as all get-out. We never made it all the way because we ran out of energy, time and water! But we lugged those bikes over rocks to get up a number of the rapids along the way. What a great adventure that was for a kid like me! We had such a great time on that trip. We laughed, debated the best routes (I think we ended up taking NY Ave to Mass Ave to M Street). It wasn't too warm, but it was beautiful! And then, through this site, I learned that Allen had died. How very truly sad! I have had the gift of all those years since the early 70's -- new careers, great loves, great adventures, beautifull children -- and Allen's life just stopped then. May we all be truly grateful for the gift of each day. Thanks, Allen, for the beautiful memories of that fantastic bike trip.
Allen and I became close when he was at UCSB in California working on his Master's degree and I was in the Navy in Vallejo and Long Beach. We visited each other a few times and then when I was moved back to Wash DC he lived a block away on Capitol Hill. My mother also worked with his mother at the PG County Health Dept. In 1973, he lived on Maryland Ave NE and Terry Arthur on D St NE and I lived on C St NE. At that time he was working at the Library of Congress doing research. He came to my first wedding in Syracuse NY. My first wife and I would socialize with him occasionally and we would meet at the restaurants and bars on Pennsylvania Ave on the Hill. Just before Christmas in 1973, on a snowy night he was shot and killed on 7th St NE a half block from his apartment and block from our townhouse. No apparent motive as his wallet was intact when the police found his body in the snow and there was no evidence of a struggle. His family was shocked. My ex and I wept over his apparent murder which to this day is still unsolved. Each year at Christmas I think of him.
I have many good memories of Allen. We went through elementary, junior high and high school together and remained friends there after until his untimely death. I would share meals with Allen and his family while I was growing up. Later in life, we would discuss music, politics, movies and what was going on in Washington, DC for hours, generally over a glass of wine or a few beers. I attended a party at his appartment on Maryland Avenue the Saturday night before he was killed. I will always remember that night and the fun we had together during his too short life. I think about him everytime I drive down Maryland Avenue and pass by where he used to live. So sad, so unfortunate and so senseless.
Leif M. Clark
After graduation, Allen, Sue Delaney and myself took a bike trek through DC, down to the C&O Canal path, and on up to Great Falls. My bike was a clunker, I recall, heavy as all get-out. We never made it all the way because we ran out of energy, time and water! But we lugged those bikes over rocks to get up a number of the rapids along the way. What a great adventure that was for a kid like me! We had such a great time on that trip. We laughed, debated the best routes (I think we ended up taking NY Ave to Mass Ave to M Street). It wasn't too warm, but it was beautiful! And then, through this site, I learned that Allen had died. How very truly sad! I have had the gift of all those years since the early 70's -- new careers, great loves, great adventures, beautifull children -- and Allen's life just stopped then. May we all be truly grateful for the gift of each day. Thanks, Allen, for the beautiful memories of that fantastic bike trip.
Barbara J. Noble (Becker)
My husband and I were living in DC when we read the news of Allen's senseless murder. I still cannot fathom it.
Alois J. Burda III
Allen and I became close when he was at UCSB in California working on his Master's degree and I was in the Navy in Vallejo and Long Beach. We visited each other a few times and then when I was moved back to Wash DC he lived a block away on Capitol Hill. My mother also worked with his mother at the PG County Health Dept. In 1973, he lived on Maryland Ave NE and Terry Arthur on D St NE and I lived on C St NE. At that time he was working at the Library of Congress doing research. He came to my first wedding in Syracuse NY. My first wife and I would socialize with him occasionally and we would meet at the restaurants and bars on Pennsylvania Ave on the Hill. Just before Christmas in 1973, on a snowy night he was shot and killed on 7th St NE a half block from his apartment and block from our townhouse. No apparent motive as his wallet was intact when the police found his body in the snow and there was no evidence of a struggle. His family was shocked. My ex and I wept over his apparent murder which to this day is still unsolved. Each year at Christmas I think of him.
RIP Wayne Allen McKenney III.
Harold E. Belcher
I have many good memories of Allen. We went through elementary, junior high and high school together and remained friends there after until his untimely death. I would share meals with Allen and his family while I was growing up. Later in life, we would discuss music, politics, movies and what was going on in Washington, DC for hours, generally over a glass of wine or a few beers. I attended a party at his appartment on Maryland Avenue the Saturday night before he was killed. I will always remember that night and the fun we had together during his too short life. I think about him everytime I drive down Maryland Avenue and pass by where he used to live. So sad, so unfortunate and so senseless.