This is our friend Earl aka: Whiskers.. He sure was something. A Ky. friend of several years. One of those characters you don't soon forget. He was all rough and gruff on the outside.
Whiskers was like many from small southern towns. He lived in the same area his whole life. He married a girl there, bought a home and lived there, raised his family there, and died there. Peacefully, at home. All in the same house. No moving around.
He worked as many in the area, in coalmines. He had a quick wit. He was blunt. You never wondered what Whiskers was thinking. He told you.
Today I feel his loss. I spoke to a mutual friend about that old Whiskers.. That sassy, fun loving, full of stories, sharp old truck driving, mustang racing, Nascar fan.. His boots always shined. A wide stride. A man who walked and lived with a purpose. Gruff and Tuff..
I'm gonna miss you dear friend.. Sleep peacefully.. tell Brenda we all said hey..
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