Bud died and the world lost one of the good guys. Honestly, everybody loved Bud. He was such a rare breed - compassionate, funny, sexy, hard working, ethical, loving, sweet, thoughtful, intelligent, patient. A loving, caring father. I could go on. If you got to know him, you couldn't help but respect him and love him.
And he chose me. Out of the 6 billion people on the planet, he chose me. I consider myself honored and blessed to have known him.
That's me and Bud, Christmas 1995.
We met in May 1995, the day before Cinco de Mayo. He was visiting Atlanta from Phoenix. I was at my favorite bar, Bulldog and Company, holding court by the pinball machine when I noticed him leaning against a wall, smiling at me. The next thing I knew, he was standing at my left elbow, waiting for my attention. Finally, I turned to him and said "Hey there! Who are you?"
From the moment he said "My name's Bud" I knew there was something special there, though I couldn't have guessed that this 45 year old white guy from Phoenix was going to capture my heart and eventually move to Atlanta to be the love of my life.
We spent the weekend together and he flew back to Phoenix on Saturday, and to be honest, I didn't think much more about him. I figured, "Wow, what a nice guy. Too bad he lives 1500 miles away," and then I turned my thoughts elsewhere, until...
That Thursday, I received a note in the mail. It was a simple card showing an evergreen tree on a shore that contained a short but sweet poem.
A poem! He had written me a poem! No one had ever written me a poem before. That's what got him in under my radar, because I was not looking for love at the time. I was actually having a great time being single. That poem was the beginning of the end of that.
These
are just a few pictures that I happen to like. When Bud gets his home page
on-line, I'll link over to it so you can see what parts of himself that
he wishes to make public. Believe me, there's a lot more to him than meets
the eye.
Here are a couple of pics of Bud: He's so sexy and he doesn't even know it.