Rex Ford
Butch, I will miss your unique ability to eloquently put words together to paint a picture when telling a story, joke, newsletter or your superior master of ceremonies presenting the calcutta. I will never forget the memory you shared about driving home from a night tournament and your sleeping partner in the passenger seat. You jerked the wheel and his head hit the window waking him to his confirmation of seeing the imaginary dog crossing the highway. I giggle about that all the time. Fairwinds and Following Seas Sir.