I promised I would share a few things once I had time to reflect. I'm still in disbelief. RIP buddy.
I first met Pickle at the Veranda back in 2004....and I think I saw him everyday until my last days in the golden triangle, which were somewhere in 2007. I couldn't get away from him if I tried. He is one of the founders of the brand, Lettuce.....as is Dawg61's crazy ***. Us three played many a round of golf together...whether it was with the Willcutt's at the CC or at the Highlands, where I lived and had the keys to the kingdom. Chances are, if you lived in the highlands between 2004-2007, you witnessed a black Toyota Tacoma riding the cart trails at night. I was an Idiot and I loved my co-pilot.
It became a regular thing on Sundays......Get hammered at the highland clubhouse, around halftime of the Sunday night game, take my truck down to the house, via #18 cartpath.....grab clubs and head back up to the hill for the late night driving range. He loved swinging the sticks and by god, he could hold his own. Pickle had such an honorary way about him....in a good way. He loved what he loved and he loved it to death.
It was a Sunday morning if I remember correctly. Early Early Early, like 5am. I remember it being cool, either Feb or March....but whatever. For some reason I was not up...when the phone rang....."Hello".........long pause.....followed by what sounded like an old Metallica song on in the background... likely 99.1.....all of a sudden....."LATTUCE" "I NEED YOUR HALP"......
I'm here to tell ya, if Pickle called you and said he needed help, chances are, he is in a super bind. As we all know, Pickle was THE bailsbondsman. So my initial thoughts weren't what most would expect.....Hell, I figured a winch might be involved. What I had forgot about was that Pickle was in charge of the big Crawfish Boil up at the Highlands.....which was supposed to happen around lunch.
"LATTUCE, do you know where I can FINd a GoosNAck trailer"? It was early and I started to process what was going on.... "I mean, I GOT TO GOs and pick These CRawdads UP and I Have No GooSNack Traler"........................"Pickle, brother, its 5:30am and I don't even have a trailer ball" "Im fresh out of GOoSNACk trailers" .........."AH HEll", he said "I'm on my way"...................I gulped, went and took a **** and thought "I hope to god he is drunk and passes out before he realizes he called me.
What I didnt know was that he was already in the neighborhood.......with a bead on my house........KNOCK KNOCK BOOM BOOM ...Door to my house opens......up the stairs he comes.....bathroom door flys open......"LATTUCE, WHATS YOU DOING"..........................."I'm dreaming, you"?........
I'll never forget that day......It was an utter disaster, the crawfish were terrible, people were getting sick..........I think 3 entire sacks were boiled without 1 live crayfish breathing.........but the music was great, the beer was cold and everyone I loved was hanging out there. We never frowned, never complained and all showed a gratitude toward Pickle and the others that threw the party. We were all a pretty tight group.....Most in and out of the service industry. Pickle loved his people and we loved Pickle. Share if you attended that party. One of the greatest days I can remember at State.....and it was all to do because of Pickle.
I first met Pickle at the Veranda back in 2004....and I think I saw him everyday until my last days in the golden triangle, which were somewhere in 2007. I couldn't get away from him if I tried. He is one of the founders of the brand, Lettuce.....as is Dawg61's crazy ***. Us three played many a round of golf together...whether it was with the Willcutt's at the CC or at the Highlands, where I lived and had the keys to the kingdom. Chances are, if you lived in the highlands between 2004-2007, you witnessed a black Toyota Tacoma riding the cart trails at night. I was an Idiot and I loved my co-pilot.
It became a regular thing on Sundays......Get hammered at the highland clubhouse, around halftime of the Sunday night game, take my truck down to the house, via #18 cartpath.....grab clubs and head back up to the hill for the late night driving range. He loved swinging the sticks and by god, he could hold his own. Pickle had such an honorary way about him....in a good way. He loved what he loved and he loved it to death.
It was a Sunday morning if I remember correctly. Early Early Early, like 5am. I remember it being cool, either Feb or March....but whatever. For some reason I was not up...when the phone rang....."Hello".........long pause.....followed by what sounded like an old Metallica song on in the background... likely 99.1.....all of a sudden....."LATTUCE" "I NEED YOUR HALP"......
I'm here to tell ya, if Pickle called you and said he needed help, chances are, he is in a super bind. As we all know, Pickle was THE bailsbondsman. So my initial thoughts weren't what most would expect.....Hell, I figured a winch might be involved. What I had forgot about was that Pickle was in charge of the big Crawfish Boil up at the Highlands.....which was supposed to happen around lunch.
"LATTUCE, do you know where I can FINd a GoosNAck trailer"? It was early and I started to process what was going on.... "I mean, I GOT TO GOs and pick These CRawdads UP and I Have No GooSNack Traler"........................"Pickle, brother, its 5:30am and I don't even have a trailer ball" "Im fresh out of GOoSNACk trailers" .........."AH HEll", he said "I'm on my way"...................I gulped, went and took a **** and thought "I hope to god he is drunk and passes out before he realizes he called me.
What I didnt know was that he was already in the neighborhood.......with a bead on my house........KNOCK KNOCK BOOM BOOM ...Door to my house opens......up the stairs he comes.....bathroom door flys open......"LATTUCE, WHATS YOU DOING"..........................."I'm dreaming, you"?........
I'll never forget that day......It was an utter disaster, the crawfish were terrible, people were getting sick..........I think 3 entire sacks were boiled without 1 live crayfish breathing.........but the music was great, the beer was cold and everyone I loved was hanging out there. We never frowned, never complained and all showed a gratitude toward Pickle and the others that threw the party. We were all a pretty tight group.....Most in and out of the service industry. Pickle loved his people and we loved Pickle. Share if you attended that party. One of the greatest days I can remember at State.....and it was all to do because of Pickle.
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