Chris Street’s spirit lives in an upstairs bedroom of his parents’ rural Milo home. His black-and-gold basketball shoes are there. So is the stool that once sat in front of his Carver-Hawkeye Arena locker. There are plaques, portraits, his personalized HAWK 40 vanity license plate. The room radiates with photographs of Street flashing his trademark smile. On one corner of a dresser rests a picture of Street, held in place by a small metal angel. Heaven knows, this bedroom tells a story of a life lost too soon.