One particular memory I have of Buddy Lou is the time he took Dale and me out to Dunkin' Donuts on Plainfield.  I can't remember the gist of the conversation but I said something to the effect of "I assume."  He showed me what happened when you "ass | u | me."  I've seen it since and used it a few times myself, but that was the first time I saw it. 

It meant a lot to me, too, that time at the Degage' when he said it was good that "you guys had a drummer that knew what he was doing."  I really had no clue that I had a clue!  About all I had in my bag of tricks was 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 &, with an occasional rat-tat-a-tat-a on the snare!  But he must have seen something I didn't. 

And forgive me if I'm getting totally maudlin, but there's one other memory I want to pass along.  One time we had a gig at the Cottage Bar up in Rockford, or thought we did.  We got there and another band was already set up; they'd double booked and we came in second.  So we sat and had a few beers (might as well not waste the trip) and so help me Hannah, everybody that came in the place knew your dad! 

I'm sorry he won't be there in person to jam with KB and Buddy Ed.  But we're all gonna take a little Lou on that stage with us.  I think we should play For The Good Good Times in his memory.  All in favor?   Ter