Bruce speaks......

I just wanted to share a few of my favorite Buddy stories. 

The first one is a "My Old Man" story. Buddy gets back to the famous Froelich and Newell headquarters one day and there is Normie with his feet up on the desk. 

Normie proceeds to tell Buddy, "some broad called you". Buddy asks, "what was her name?".  Normie responds,"name some broads you know".  Buddy says, "Susan, Pam , Wendy".  

Normie says, "yea there that one". Buddy says "which one".  Normie says, "yea there the second one there".  Buddy says, "are you sure, I haven't spoke to her in a few years".  Normie says, "I'm positive.  That's the broad".  

Buddy then calls the girl back and she asks,  "what the hell do you want, I didn't call you?" and hangs up on him. 

The second one is a University of Miami story. Labarre and Wilk went down to visit Buddy at school (I wasn't with them, but I've heard this story a thousand times and enjoyed it every time). 

No one believed that there were actually classes at University of Miami, so Buddy took the guys to an economics class. The professor is giving an intense lecture, sweating profusely, really putting his all into it. The lecture finally ends and the teacher wants to know if there are any questions. 

Buddy raises his hand and says, "is this stuff in the book, because I really haven't been paying attention".  Buddy then proceeds to wave his hand at the boys and says "C'mon. We're out of here".  Labarre remains shaken by the incident to this day.

These are just two stories, and I probably have about a million more. 

I just wanted to say that Buddy's passing has left a gigantic void in my life. I miss him terribly. I wish that this was all just a bad dream.

THE PIRATE HAS AN ADDENDUM.......

"Herman did a great job with the economics class story, but there were a couple of important omissions.

Indeed, Wilk and I had been down in Mid January 1981 during our Winter Break visiting Buddy for about a week, when we suddenly realized that Buddy himself was NOT on break. Classes had started DAYS ago at Univ/Miami, but Buddy was still with us on the beach every day, never attending a single class. We finally urged him to go the Econ Class, and accompanied him inside, as fellow students. It was only fifteen minutes or so into the class, when a frustrated Buddy (still oiled up from the beach, donning sunglasses and the famous baby white tank top), missing the outdoor Miami Sunshine, indignantly raised his hand and effectually asked gruffly: "Is this Shit in the book"??!.
The stunned teacher was aghast as Buddy summarily ordered Wilk and me out the class with his classic hand gestures.

Memories of our stays at the Univ/Miami which Buddy attended from 1980-1982, are classic.
We were staying and partying with Buddy, the #1 PARTY guy at the school. To put in perspective, that single, stupendous achievement as the #1 party animal at that school is analogous to being the Valedictorian at Harvard.

There were many great stories, including Consula's plea to "Don't get in on the shawl", nites with Barman, and perhaps the most classic of all in which some malappropriate behavior on the part of young Labarre and Wilk required our apprehension by Campus Security."

-Pirate (aka Bobby Labarre)