Plantin' Another One...
Rex was a helluva guy. He was quite a bit older than I was, fact is, he's just a year younger than my mom, but he was an easy guy to like, and I did.
I first really knew of him when I was back in grade school and he started driving a school bus. He wasn't on our route, but man... everyone wanted Rex to be their driver. Funny, hard of hearing, and he let anything short of homicide slide. Yeah... he was Otto the bus driver 20 years before the Simpsons hit the airwaves. All the kids loved him.
Eventually, I aged and got to ride with Rex on the athletic trips. Oh yeah... he was the standard bus driver for all athletic events. The reason? Well... he knew his way around an engine and ripped the governor off of his bus and turned a few screws up too. That bus got up and moved and we'd make "good time" getting to and from the games. It was an awesome time of life. But Rex cut a few other corners, like not coming to a complete stop at some railroad tracks and opening the door, and somebody ratted him out. That was the end of Rex as a bus driver.
As you can tell... Rex was a free spirit. Harley rider, smoker in his early days, and he knew what the golden elixir tasted like. So after his sudden departure at the bus depot, he went to work for a paving company.
By this time, he was damn near deaf, so they put him on the crusher. Nobody else could stand it because of the noise, but he got along just fine.
I was talking with another friend one day and he asked what Rex was doing now. I told him that I thought he was still working at the paving company. "Oh no," he said, "He lost that job." "How come?" I replied. My buddy looks at me an says, "They found a little blood in his drug system."
I could tell you stories about Rex for days, for every time I was around him it was always a laugh riot. As some of you may know, I'm usually a jovial fellow, and so was he, at least around me. He'd make me bust up, and I'd do my best to return the favor. Good times.
Rex gave me one last full throttle experience today too. I've never been to a funeral where they played rock music in the background until today. From the Blues Brother's opening before the prayer, to That Old Time Rock and Roll as they rolled him out, with a little If You're Gonna Go to Heaven, You've got to Raise and Little Hell in between...
So in closing... I could palaver about this or that... I could come up with some quote from some deep thinker or philosopher... yeah. I could do that, but the picture on the back of the funeral program probably said it best.
Today's mystery lyric: (Remember the rules folks, no online searching of the lyrics, if you don't know it, you don't have the answer!) In honor of Rex, I'll pull one out of the ol' high school memory section.
Well it's 40 below,
and I don't give a f*ck
got a heater in my truck
and I'm off to the rodeo!
Answer to last lyric: Knockin' at Your Back Door by Deep Purple. Way to go Doc!