R.I.P. Bucky…………..

A day or so ago…… our neighbor “Bucky” was hauled off in an ambulance. My Queen kept contact with his Daughter to try and understand what the issue was…. but that didn’t get us very far. We did get a phone call just a little bit ago, informing us Bucky had passed away. Dammit Emmit~! We met ‘Bucky’ within a day or so of moving in. He introduced himself by his real name, but followed it up by saying “everybody” called him Bucky. So – Bucky it was. Elderly gentleman, a local. Uncommonly bowlegged and as it turned out (according to him, he had spent his fair share of time on the top of a horse) – he had one Daughter, but most notable, a friend who had a son who managed to snag a spot in the major league of Baseball. He took great delight in dragging out a very old signed and dated picture of the young man and took great delight in saying he knew somebody famous~! Regretfully – I do not remember who the player was. Bucky was an everyday appearance, sometimes waving as he backed his car out of his ‘garage’ (a rope with a small plastic bottle in the middle, strung from tree to clothes line pole, to keep the ‘wild‘ horse out) It was more usually when he took his afternoon stroll over the the Landlords house (they were friends) and he would officially mosey through our yard [as a short cut]. Now if you have never seen anybody officially mosey – Bucky had it down to an art……. It got to where I took great delight in watching him mosey through our yard. I hope some day to learn that pace…….. A little un-nerving at times to be wrapped up in cleaning my gear or something in the back yard and he appeared ‘suddenly- out of nowhere’…… but I got used to it. I will not miss his deranged pack of pussy cats….. at best count – I had counted 13. He fed them once or twice a day and they would come from everywhere for the free meal. Most of them were feral and there was a new litter springing up almost once a month…. Since he has been away, I have only seen one or two of the pesky things since……… I will not miss them~! Although we didn’t talk a lot – we kinda kept an eye on each other, when there was an issue in his yard with him and visitors, I would always walk out and lean against my truck so he could see me, and let him know I was there for him…… in return – he kept an eye on my Queen and always made sure she was ‘good‘. A good old dude and I hate that he had to go…… I hope you get to mosey around Heaven and enjoy all the pussy cats up there….. Rest In Peace “Bucky”.

Good Night Ya’ll – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Thankx for stopping in~!

 

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Born in Germany as an Army brat - I moved permanently to the United States about the time I was ready to start school - Dad put to me to work when I turned 13 tearing off roofs and packing shingles.. I did that, DE tasseled corn and bucked hay all the way through high school. After graduation, moved down South for a year or so trying to figure what I wanted to do. Finally came home and joined the Air Force serving almost 5 years - which included a 3 year tour in Germany, where I met my Queen. Came home and started working as a roofer. Economy went to crap and I knew I would not be able to support my growing family the way I wanted to, so I pestered the HR department at General Electric until they hired me. A very quick almost 34 years, 4 Daughters and 9 Grandkids later - here I am .... waiting as patiently as I can, to start the next chapter of our life - romping around in the Caribbean Sea checking out the various islands that we have not been to yet. Holy $hit what a ride~!!!! ;-)

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