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Salutations--Gentlemen

Foul Mike

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When I was young I had a Big Brother who helped me through life.
Any time we were leaving after talking to anyone he would always say to them, both female or male,
"I hope you get a little." ---And we would leave. Always the last words said. It always was said in a way to get a strange look and meant from the heart. It gave us something to talk about on the way home. Always fun rides.
One day I asked him about it as lots of people would be shocked and he told me,"That is the nicest thing I know of to say to anyone. after they think about it a little bit, and we are gone, they too will know that was pretty nice and they go off and Git a Little, The Old Farts and their Old Ladys, they always get a laugh. Wouldn't you want to be off Gettin a little right now?"
Thinking back on it now I think he was right. Regards, FM RIP DVT You helped me a lot.
 
Condolences and prayers sent . My older brother is the reason I became a musician . We would jam for hours as teenagers in the recroom . Lost him to addictiion .
Then lost him to throat cancer . Miss the brother I knew not the addict .
 
Yep, my brother showed me how to raise hell, work on trucks, and fuck shit up.

Died a little before his nephew was born. RIP fucker.

Takes a minute for that heartache to calm down.
 
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I'm sorry for the loss of your brother. Please accept my condolences. It is a hard time for your family, and I know you will be a pillar of strength where it is needed even though your own chest feels empty. Too RIP let me add GAL for Gitting a little.
 
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A toast to your Brother Foul Mike


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One for you one for your brother
 
Thank you gents, I appreciate all your thoughts and prayers.
A bit about the man,
He was not my brother from within the family, he was my Big Brother, like the Men who help out bad, crazy, troubled kids.
He picked me up at around age 14 and took me down a path to do right instead of fucking up all of the time and if I really wanted to do something bad or nasty he showed me how to do it right and not get caught as long as it fell within his guide lines as to what was right and what was wrong.
We pulled off some pranks that are epic and the recipients of those pranks knew they had fucked with the wrong person.
We hunted and fished and picked mushrooms, all kinds of neat shit. We shot rifles and pistols and reloaded ammo the right way.
I was always included in family reunions and always knew where my bed was at all of the Aunts and Uncles houses as well as Mom and Dad's house and could go to all at anytime. No questions asked.
I inherited rifles and all kinds of neat shit as they died off. I have a nice Model A Ford. That whole family took me in and helped me at any time it was needed.
When I got home from Vietnam I was a really fucked up 11B person, not the boy they had sent away. Uncles were WW2 Vets and knew what was going on and took me in and helped me realize that I was back in "The World" and you need to slow down.
My plane landed at Stapleton and I took a taxi to my Big Brothers house at 0100 and crawled in through a window that i knew how to open and crashed on the couch in Class A uniform. I did not go to my Blood family relations house.
When the sun came out and he got out of bed he walked in there and I was standing tall, as I was kind of proud, and said to me,"Welcome home Foul Mike I sure am glad you are here."
He had a good long life ,92 years, but made such a difference in my life.
He also prepared me in such a way that his passing is not that bad but I will always miss him.
Can any of you do something like that for some "Ute" that needs help? I know I can as I walked that path. FM
 
This is but my story and how a Big Brother helped me through life. It made all of the difference in my life.
My Home life was not so good growing up and I was going down the wrong paths until he helped me.
Look around your own neighborhood and see if there is not some little young punk that needs some guidance and help him or her out. At least, be a person that they can come talk to when they have problems and help them out as best you can even if it is only listening to them.
My Old Lady and I currently have 1 boy and 1 girl from the neighborhood that both know that they can come to our house if shit is bad. They are from different families but share a lot of the same problems.
The Squaw helps the girl but many times she wants to talk to me to get the other perspective.
The boy and I are headed to the Range right now and I will supply rifles and ammo.
He is on my ass right now as to, "When are we going?" so I will close this and head to the range.
In short, Get involved with our youths, you might be able to make a difference.
Range report later, I have got to go. FM
 
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