For all of the times that you invited me into your home on Raguet Street to share your family;
For calling me up for every touch football game (so that my mother would have to struggle, again and again, to get the grass stains from David Campbell’s lawn out of my jeans);
For missing my eyes during chinaberry fights;
For sharing the fun of Scouting with me, Satch, Wayne, Richard, Mike, and others;
For many hours of matching wits over a chess board;
For challenging me academically, to the point that you played a big role in making a scholarship and a college education possible for me;
For sharing my first legal drinks – those hurricanes in the French Quarter on our pre-college road trip to Florida;
For discovering the joys of basketball and inviting me to try to keep up with your crew on the UT courts;
For sharing my lifelong love of the Celtics and their brand of hoops (I still wish we’d made it to a game together);
For delighting my taste buds with Salt Lick Barbecue, Verde cooking, and other special treats from the Hill Country;
For allowing me to experience, on so many occasions, all the natural beauty -- and all of your created beauty -- there on your Gatlin Creek property;
For teaching me to drive a tractor and allowing me to put a little bit of myself into your land;
For welcoming us with open arms every time we could find our way to you – which was never enough;
For sharing with me private thoughts that you may not have shared with many – or any – others.
There is more, much more. It has been an remarkable and rewarding journey of 63 years, and, for me, your wonderful friendship has been one of the most stimulating, enjoyable, valuable, and memorable parts of all of those years. I have appreciated your intellect, your respect, your humor (a very special brand, for sure), your hospitality, and your loyalty more than you will ever know. I can’t think of anything more that I could have asked for in a terrific friend – unless you’d been drafted by the Celtics and gifted me season tickets! I love you, my brother, and I always will.
I did not know you until 7th grade at Thomas J. Rusk Junior High. Right away we were friends and remained so all through our school days. I particularly remember our scouting times. We went on summer scouting trips to the Smokey and Rocky Mountains. Spent our days exploring and having a great time throwing axes at our target log. Pulling pranks on our fellow scouts. Thanks for the memories. RIP ~ Dear Friend
A. Edgar (Ed) Gibson
I remember before our last game when Coach Hale referred to Lee as Most Improved. See you with the rest of my classmates, Lee, when my time comes.
Ed
Patrick Thomas (Thomas)
THANK YOU, LEE,
Pat
Dennis McDuffie
I did not know you until 7th grade at Thomas J. Rusk Junior High. Right away we were friends and remained so all through our school days. I particularly remember our scouting times. We went on summer scouting trips to the Smokey and Rocky Mountains. Spent our days exploring and having a great time throwing axes at our target log. Pulling pranks on our fellow scouts. Thanks for the memories. RIP ~ Dear Friend
Dennis