This is the post I’ve been waiting for. Your formal introduction to my father. Bud, aka Chubba, drove down to Birmingham yesterday in style… as always.
First thing to know about Bud, he’s a car man. He buys and sells cars faster than you can say, Ratt Bastard. The RB always has a new toy. It should be noted, RB is a term of endearment, between my father and I… it comes from one of the greatest movies of all time “The Departed.”
Bud didn’t come down from Ohio while I was in the hospital, which is a good thing. If he saw me in pain, he probably would have picked up the nurse who stuck me with any shot, and thrown them out the window.
Bud broke me out of jail today. It was the first time I left the house in more than a week. We went for a nice cruise on a Saturday afternoon. We laughed and listened to some awesome tunes. Bud also has a massive appreciation for great music. He introduced me to many of the greats: Dylan, The Band, Petty, Mellencamp, Felice Brothers, Wilco, Ryan Bingham, Damien Rice… and more current artists and bands, as well. He always has something cooking in the car. Song of the day? Randy Newman’s “Birmingham”…fitting.