Little Danny Randall
Nick, the father of my first and longest friend, Bret..(Burt,since i couldn't pronounce his name as a child) since moving to Dallas in 1965. We lived down Shahan two blocks north. Bret and i fished at the Mansion on a regular basis. Two young kids making memories! I was always met with kindness when i would venture down to pick up Bret, fishing pole in hand. I remember the worm farm Nick had when we were young and feeding them watermelon rinds. I have always had a place in my heart for ol' Nick. He always treated me with respect and kindness. My friendship with Nick continued and even strengthened after Bret moved away. Always waving and usually stopping by on my way up and down the street we always just had this bond.Some 50 years later…i still know his phone number and would call and just shoot the stuff with Nick. Didn't then and still don't know now, why… just was. I would stop and pick up pecans when i saw him out there..it was always a daunting task for him and he always had a bag of nuts for me. Later he would save me the downed and trimmed limbs from his trees for my BBQ grill. And then there was "THE TREE"..LOL…. a HUGHE pecan that was too close to the house… i had blown a ligament in my wrist shortly before Nick needed a tree taken down..I was cutting down trees for fun and profit at the time. Bret was kind enough to broker that deal for me and as it ended up…all my own doing…three surgeries and 8 steel pins later my life was changed …all for the better, because of Nick, and his tree, and his son, my friend Burt! God was "allowed" to speak to me, at a point when i was really ready to listen with plaster up to my chin after the surgery. Both Nick and Bret do not truly know they have effected my life. Rest easy my old friend, things are well in the world with me, partly because of the friendship you have shown me… my whole life. You will never be forgotten and will always be in my heart! And nobody has to kick you in your shins anymore! I'm sure you always knew who it was from!