RIP Ole Buddy
I never ran into Brad when he didn’t want to sit down and chat and just talk the kind of trash that guys like to talk about. We would tease each other and just laugh. He was an exceedingly nice and warm hearted man. One always felt that Brad would take his shirt off his back for you at anytime, anywhere. He had a way of making you feel like you were a rock star. You can often judge the value of someone by their children, and Brad and Margie Gray raised two good ones, for sure. I am not sure if I have earned enough points (highly doubtful) to make it to the Big House with all the saints, angels and decent folk, but I know Brad is there now, and they are glad to have him.