Smoke On KC!

You guys are pure class. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

A standing "O," fellas.

Reading, hearing and viewing the tributes everyone has offered since Scott's passing makes me wish I'd known him. An individual capable of inspiring an outpouring of love as witnessed here is truly a treasure.

I bow in your general direction, e.

To Scott's family and friends, my deepest sympathies.

Steve

On Sunday I cooked a load of burgers on the kettle for the family and friends. I usually use charcoal and mesquite chips, but this time to honor Bro. Scott, I used cherry. Came out awesome. Sweeter flavor and much more subtle. Everyone loved them. Thanks kc. Love ya bro.

Thanks for sharing, along with many others, wish I could have been there.

The way you guys pulled that all together, could`nt have been done better.

Good job. I`m sure KC felt it.

I put on "Simple Kind of Man" on my way home last night. Put a tear in my eye. Nice job guys, wish I was there.

Phil, your post was the most touching thing I've experienced since I've been one of the Brethren. Thank you for representing us - and for saying a collective goodbye to our lost brother.

Arlin

Thank you brothers.

It was a privelage for me to be able to do the moment of silence and short tribute.

We asked the band if they new the song on the memorial page and they did not and he said hey what about Simple Man by Lynard I said I think that would be perfect actually.

Smoke on Scott!!!!

I think I finally resemble a human today, after getting a full night of sleep.

Thursday afternoon I left San Antonio where I had to take my Mom to one of her Docs. Unlike Phil I would not have gotten a warning ticket, since it took about 3 hrs. to drive 280 miles to make my 8:30 flight. I think KC was giving me some help since I seemed to slow down or change lanes at just the right times:biggrin:

I make it to Kansas City, and I'm somewhat screwed. I go to pick up the rental and all they have left are.....mini vans :lol: No offense to anyone that drives one....I just knew what I'd be in for. I take the scenic route down to Olathe, because it was virtually impossible to get lost going that way. I made it all the way to the motel, and took a turn where I thought there should be an entrance to the parking lot....it was an access road back onto I-35 I finally pull into the parking lot and right up by the lobby are a bunch of farkers sucking down Corona. I have got to be in the right place! Meeting Doorbuster and Bigdog for the first time made the abuse worthwhile. After one beer and being called a soccer mom a couple dozen times I called it a day.

The service for KC was great. I knew how important this group was to him, but seeing how important others knew it was to him was amazing. There were a few tough moments. It was good to get to know KC a little bit better. During the visitation we looked at a photo album of is work with cabinets. Absolute perfection and attention to detail, as expected!

For you LawnGuyLanders...when you are in the midwest, and a car with flashing lights is behind you, you are supposed to pull over on the side of the road and stop. If the officer pulls over and stops behind you, then you should roll your window down and turn off the engine:wink: :lol: You should not keep asking the passengers in your vehicle if you are being pulled over:razz:

The ultimate roadtrip. We stop at Costco because Phil, being Phil WILL DO A PRIME RIB in Columbia. First stop is to visit Jeff and Wayne in Blue Springs. It was a pleasure to meet them as well. I have no doubt those guys have a good time cooking next to each other. Jeff had some Shiner in the cooler and saved my life with his hospitality. I owe you Jeff! Doorbusters was there and I have now come to this conclusion. The next time I'm around him I need a double shot of espresso to keep up:lol: The man has a motor that runs at very high RPMs:grin: Wayne had THE margarita machine that started the craze here, and I'm kicking myself in the ass for not getting a picture of him with it. We strolled over to say hello to Rod Gray (kcpellethead) and he was as nice and friendly as always. It was great to see all of them, and I wish we'd had a little more time to spend.

On the road to Columbia.... Ever seen a grown man go crazy in a Stuckey's?:lol: Nuff said.

I don't know what to say about my experience in Columbia. We pulled in and there was a parking space right there between a couple of the Belly Bros. JT had just pulled in after leaving the service and heading home to do what he needed to do. It seemed to me like we were always running late, but we must have had some help with that timing. Belly Bros, and Team Q! I can't thank them enough for the hospitality and generosity. I'd never met one of them before, and it was better than a family reunion even under the circumstances. What can I say about the Belly Bros? They fed a small army for dinner and then turned around and did a comp and walked. Before leaving I asked Kick if there would be some of Sweet T's famous hash brown casserole and he promised that there would be. I'm holding both of them responsible for the coming weight gain now that they told me the recipe is on the site and I got some pointers from the master herself. The food was first class and the fellowship was better.

Team Q! A great bunch of guys. Just as the Belly Bros rolled out the welcome mat Team Q went out of their way to make everyone comfortable! I can't tell you how many times I heard Jay say "Whatever you need!". Fredbird prepped a kettle for Phil's prime rib, AND handled the half of Jay's cooker that he had turned over to Phil! Steve was the same way, making sure everyone had everything they needed or wanted and a pleasure to meet. Keep in mind this is at a comp, and Team Q nabbed GC Bags is a piece of work. It took me an hour or so to figure the guy out:grin: I don't think you could get a rise out of him with a cattle prod:grin: When he talks, it's worth listening to.

I submitted my post before adding something very important. Before the moment of silence in Columbia there was some conversation about what should be said. It was tough to come up with the right words. John stepped up to the plate, ended the struggle to come up with those words. Afterwards I told him that nobody could have done a better job. Looking back at it today he was the perfect person for the job. KC did his first competition with the Belly Bros, and it was home for them. Jay....the man stood there with a burning chimney of Cherry wood, and the symbolism closed the deal. I can't thank you both for the special memory that you gave all of us.

As much as KC loved to cook, it was people that he cared about the most. I made the trip to pay my respects to a good friend. I came home having spent time with new friends. I think he would approve.

I think most everything has been covered by others but just a few notes:

I pulled into Drexel on Friday morning and knew I had the right place when I saw Parrothead and Jorge standing outside. Phil was down at the hardware store looking for turtles and Bigdog was finding the bathroom. Having been to a bash with Dog I wasn't looking forward to going second but I digress... :twisted:

Yes, we all leaned on each other at the service to get through it but when they played Green Day there were 5 very large sighs from our row. I think we all studied the floor for the length of the song...

The poor man doing the service was either A) not a public speaker; B) very nervous; or C) both. I know KC would have laughed with us at the pronunciation of a few words and lines such as a "fat-ay" (somehow I don't think the French know about fatties - aren't they vegans?), "the bash at parrothouse's head" and the ultimate - "caboowaboo".

Afterward we saluted KC at the local watering hole with a pitcher of something brewed in St Louis with a Eagle on its label and then headed out.

Greg said Phil was in culture shock on the way to Drexel so I didn't mention to him I was stopping on the way home at the Steam Engine Show to switch vehicles with my wife. She had taken our boy to see Granddad run his steam-powered thresher and drive the mule team around during the parade. I think the idea of tractors powered by wood and water would've sent him over the edge.

I parked the truck at the Bass Pro contest and got out just in time to get called a farker by the guys as they arrived. As said above, the Bellys and Team Q were awesome hosts and gave us everything we wanted to eat and drink. The memorial was very moving - John's words and Jay holding the chimney of flaming cherry really brought home the meaning of the Brethren. We're all brothers, no matter where we are, and each of us can always count on someone being available to listen, lean on, or joke with. We had a bash for KC and he was there with us the entire time.

I posted my pictures in with Phil's in the KC Bash gallery. They're a little out of order but I'm sure you'll get over it. :-D

My brothers, sounds like y'all all did Scott proud.

after reading all the posts. the only thing i can say is i'm so proud that i'm part of a group like this..this group is what they say they are BROTHERS.. that shows alot of class. and not just talk it. but really does the walk..
Aloha KC

My Sympathy

Scott "e" sounds like a guy I would have liked to hang out with. I am sorry I won't get that chance.

Thanks to all the brothers that made it to KC for KC and family. I already had a wedding booked for that day and was not able to get away. The groom sobbed all the way through the vows, and the bride was as controlled as you can get. However, several times I paused and said a little prayer for KC and family.

Let me start this post by saying my true colors are Black and Silver.

I have been part of the Raider Nation since the 70's

Anyone who knows anything about AFC football knows that Raiders and Chiefs just don't mix. They're like oil and water.

Scott and I loved to talk football, for we had a natural rivalry.

We talked of going to a game or two, especially after he learned I flew into KC one Christmas Eve to watch the Raiders/Chiefs game on the TV in the bar of the KC airport terminal, then turned around and flew home all in the same day, because it was going to be blacked out here in Chicago.

So I guess my point is, as a Raider, the Chiefs are my ultimate enemy.

That was up until September.

When e passed away, I found myself drawn to the TV whenever the Chiefs were on.

I watched each and every game that was televised.

I was rooting for them, right up until the end when they lost a wild card playoff to the Colts this past Saturday. Now I was glad the Colts won (for a different reason that involves my daughter) but was saddened by the Chiefs being knocked out.

I was holding on to e through the Chiefs, but now it is just one more leaf in e's tree of life I need to let go.

Miss you e

I didn't know him at all, but I believe he's the kind of man I aspire to be.