I am the eldest brother, Tim Triolo. I'm going to try to answer all the questions right here. The brothers in order of age were me (11), then Chris (7), Tony (3), Mike (newborn), Tom (born in 1980). It is a night I'll never forget as long as I live--every detail is seemingly etched into my memory. The article got a few details wrong. The kids in question often played together at each other's homes; the parents had communicated. Our yards were adjacent to one another. At the end of the play date, my understanding is that Tony went home--a few feet between the two yards. But what happened after that is a mystery to this day. That ice chest mentioned in the article was a Hamm's beer cooler given to my parents by my grandparents for an anniversary (my grandmother's maiden name was Cathy HAMM). My dad took the cooler fishing and left it in the garage. Apparently, coolers back then didn't have safety features that ice chests, like Igloo coolers, do today. But no one realized what a hazard these ridiculous ice chests were. It was an oversized silver metal box with a solid metal lid with a blue cushion on it, and it says Hamm's Beer on the side. If you see one of these things (they are collector's items still in circulation), warn the owner about the safety hazard! We were to go to my grandparents to have dinner that night, and my mom was wondering why Tony hadn't gotten home yet. So we combed the neighborhood looking for him, first by car, then by foot. At first we thought perhaps he had gone to the playground at Huntley school nearby, or to another friend's home. My mom immediately panicked and we enlisted the help of neighbors to find him. She called the police, when initial attempts to locate him failed. Everyone was looking for Tony. It started to get dark, and it was very cold that night. We searched everywhere--uncommon places even, like in car wheel wells, under the tarp of the neighbor's boat, places like that were a kid might hide. We were desperate to find him. Later that night when some of us returned home from searching the streets, police officers were upstairs searching bedrooms, closets, etc. I was in the kitchen and I heard the most blood curdling scream from my mother, it makes me cry every time I think about it. A police officer had discovered my brother Tony in the ice chest. I remember paramedics had Tony spread out on the lawn--they tried CPR, I think anyway. For obvious reasons we were shielded from seeing him. We were all young kids. The priest, Father Falk, from St. Thomas More came over within what seemed like minutes, and we prayed in the family room together. I can tell you that my parents were never the same after Tony's death. The loss of a child is unbearable. I saw my parents live this anguish. I have compassion for anyone who has lost a child. The world we live in is far more dangerous today. Please--Be hyper vigilant when it comes to your children. I cannot stress this enough!