Saturday, September 25, 2021
I didn’t know Buddy the husband, father or man. I knew him when we were kids. We grew up together on the same street. I remember when we were young and I took a couple of Marlboros from my dad’s pack. Buddy and I hid ourselves over by his garage and smoked those marlboros and we both turned green, and we both got sick, and we swore we’d never touch those things again. Lol. We were blood brothers. We, along with the other kids on our street rode bikes, Motorcycles, basketball, football, kill the man with the ball, home run derby you name it. We were always outside always together having fun. We used to play a game called manhunt, which would probably get us shot or arrested these days. Hiding in peoples bushes or trees climbing up on other peoples houses lol. Fighting with kids that lived on the other side of the ditch. I remember exploring the woods around our neighborhood, and we thought devil worshipers were in those woods, and we would always ride motorcycle through there looking for devil worshipers lol We had a blast together. I remember one time I had an old Mustang and I was parked out in the woods doing stuff I shouldn’t have been doing. And I got stuck in the mud. I walked to buddies house, and he had his big dodge four-wheel-drive with a winch on it. I asked him to pull me out of the mud, and he ended up getting stuck too. LOL, I ended up calling a tow truck and paying for both of us to get pulled out of the mud. One of my fondest memories of buddy, was when he hit his first home run . I was at the game watching and he hit it hard over the left field wall, believe it even cleared the street behind the field. I remember how proud I was of him, but the thing I remember most is watching him jog the bases in that huge big ole toothy grin on his face as he rounded those bases. I’ll never forget that. He was always happy, always smiling, always quick to forgive, and even when nobody else seem to care about you or want to hang out with you, he was always there knocking at my door asking if I want to go outside and do something. I was a couple of years older than him, and I left for the military and when I came back he was already starting a family. We drifted apart did not have much contact over the last 30 years or so. But I’ll never forget all the good times we had growing up and all the people on the street that shaped my life for the good and for the bad. I’ll never forget. I think about those families those friends those brothers and sisters a lot, and I will never ever forget you buddy.
Kevin Davis
