Gary

Gary

Gary

My father text me Monday. “Sorry to tell you this, but Gary R. passed away over the weekend.” I stood and looked at my phone. I hadn’t seen him since after high school. Gary had gone on and done his thing and I had done mine. We had spent a great deal of time together in middle and high school. His family had a farm nearby and Gary had a few older brothers. They had cool cars, motorcycles, snowmobiles, everything. I would hang out with Gary and get to ride around with him and his brothers. His brother Donnie, turned me onto Judas Priest, Motorhead and the Scorpions. He also gave me my first beer. The brothers looked after me and kept me safe.

My ramp / Pennsylvania 1979

My ramp / Pennsylvania 1979

One day, I was trying to build my first half-pipe and Gary gave me one hundred dollars to get plywood. Gary didn’t even skate. Seeing that he passed away, made me think about my own mortality. He was my age. Life on life’s terms. I think of him now… but I probably  should have reached out a long time ago. I just didn’t. Bumming… Don’t hesitate to tell people what they mean to you. Someday, it may be too late. Ozzie

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2 thoughts on “Gary

  1. Amen to that brother. I need to do almost the same thing as you did. I have not seen my My next door Skate bro neighbors from Hacienda Heights, CA since High School. Their dad and them built a killer half pipe in their backyard in 1977. I even have super 8 silent movies of us ripping the broomstick coping on my woodshop single kick, Bennet’s and stokers.
    For those who don’t remember, the first kick boards were just flat boards and we nailed on a wood wedge to the back end. Someone can correct me if I am wrong, but I believe they called it a kick because it was such a kick in the butt to ride with it.
    That silent video is the only proof I have that I was a demon skater back in the day. I later converted it to DVD and take it out and show my teenage son and his friends once in a while. RIP Gary and Rip the wedge kick.

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