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The_Hammer · 01-10-2009, 08:04 AM

I met a guy named Beagle when I was a baby, say 1963...my Pa had a buddy that tooled leather as a paying hobby. Pa would go to the dudes place and take me with him. The leather dude's son was in his early teens, we called him Tigger later on in life, because he had a prominent chin, like the cartoon Winnie the Pooh tiger. Tigger had a buddy we all called Beagle. Tigger and Beagle really liked me, but not till I turned about 5 or 6. The two older guys were 18 and Beagle enlisted in the USAF and shipped out to East Asia. I loved Beagle and until he came back from Nam and got a job at the Fremont Power Plant, I never saw him again.

As a matter of fact, Beagle had been with the power plant for 10 years before I ran into him again in 1984. Beagle came home from Nam just before the conflict officially ended in November of 1974, some say not till 1975, but the troops began moving out about 11/1974. Beagle and I became fast friends once again. We drank a lot, rode a lot, drugged a lot and worked just as much. When we were not at our jobs, we were together and had any number of projects going in the shop and a beer/joint close at hand. So many were the experiences that we had, that I think it would be more of a joke to go into any of them here; it simply would not do justice to the friendship. In march of 1995, Beagle was diagnosed with Melanoma cancer. He had a tumor the size of a goose egg removed from his right shoulder along with all his lymph nodes. Beag went into remission for 13 years. When I sobered up in February of 1998, Beagle stood by my side, every step of the way, when most of the scooter folk I hung with bailed out on me.

A month ago, brother Beagle started having headaches, headaches that wouldn't go away. After a week of progressively worsening headaches, Beagle finally goes to the VA to have them looked at. Cancer, back in a big way. They found a massive tumor, 5 cm by 3 cm, located deep in his head; inoperable and wrapped around his carotid artery too. Long story short, I have not left his side for the last week, running him to the VA, hangin out with him at home; takin care of his farm with my son chipping in when he can.

I quit prayin for him to get better, I had to. I know my HP can cure him if that's in the cards. I just know there's a reason I don't understand that this is happening. Kimberly, Beag's wife agrees. We don't talk about him dyin, we don't talk like he's gonna live forever either. We are thankful for any day God gives us with our brother/husband. We pray for God's will and the power to carry it out. We would like you all to do the same. I have lost a lot of important people in my life over the last few years, man 'o live, the lessons I have HAD to learn.

It's all the cycle of life, Kharma, whatever suits you to call it. I say only the good die young, cripes, I'll probably live forever..

Love ya all.

01-10-2009, 08:04 AM	#1 (permalink)
The_Hammer Guest Join Date: May 2006 Location: Fremont, NE Posts: 810	Beagle, the Readers Digest edition... I met a guy named Beagle when I was a baby, say 1963...my Pa had a buddy that tooled leather as a paying hobby. Pa would go to the dudes place and take me with him. The leather dude's son was in his early teens, we called him Tigger later on in life, because he had a prominent chin, like the cartoon Winnie the Pooh tiger. Tigger had a buddy we all called Beagle. Tigger and Beagle really liked me, but not till I turned about 5 or 6. The two older guys were 18 and Beagle enlisted in the USAF and shipped out to East Asia. I loved Beagle and until he came back from Nam and got a job at the Fremont Power Plant, I never saw him again. As a matter of fact, Beagle had been with the power plant for 10 years before I ran into him again in 1984. Beagle came home from Nam just before the conflict officially ended in November of 1974, some say not till 1975, but the troops began moving out about 11/1974. Beagle and I became fast friends once again. We drank a lot, rode a lot, drugged a lot and worked just as much. When we were not at our jobs, we were together and had any number of projects going in the shop and a beer/joint close at hand. So many were the experiences that we had, that I think it would be more of a joke to go into any of them here; it simply would not do justice to the friendship. In march of 1995, Beagle was diagnosed with Melanoma cancer. He had a tumor the size of a goose egg removed from his right shoulder along with all his lymph nodes. Beag went into remission for 13 years. When I sobered up in February of 1998, Beagle stood by my side, every step of the way, when most of the scooter folk I hung with bailed out on me. A month ago, brother Beagle started having headaches, headaches that wouldn't go away. After a week of progressively worsening headaches, Beagle finally goes to the VA to have them looked at. Cancer, back in a big way. They found a massive tumor, 5 cm by 3 cm, located deep in his head; inoperable and wrapped around his carotid artery too. Long story short, I have not left his side for the last week, running him to the VA, hangin out with him at home; takin care of his farm with my son chipping in when he can. I quit prayin for him to get better, I had to. I know my HP can cure him if that's in the cards. I just know there's a reason I don't understand that this is happening. Kimberly, Beag's wife agrees. We don't talk about him dyin, we don't talk like he's gonna live forever either. We are thankful for any day God gives us with our brother/husband. We pray for God's will and the power to carry it out. We would like you all to do the same. I have lost a lot of important people in my life over the last few years, man 'o live, the lessons I have HAD to learn. It's all the cycle of life, Kharma, whatever suits you to call it. I say only the good die young, cripes, I'll probably live forever.. Love ya all.