John / Billybob
Dusty Rhodes died!!!???? I had no idea :(
Sorry for the loss of your friend. This lovely tribute says a lot about him AND you.
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Our local oldies DJ goes by the name "Dusty Rhodes."
John, thanks for your touching tribute to a wonderful human being.
My God be with you and Dusty's family, now and forever.
I never spoke with him, but I recall reading some of his posts. One that stands out was his generous donation to FR during a long past FReepathon. He put the FReepathon over the top. God bless him and his family and friends he leaves behind.
Condolences to the family and friends. Sorry to hear of the loss of this good man.
I knew a 'Dusty Rhodes' as a kid too,, he just had a different name in my old hometown.
He ran a Cliff's Little Supermarket for 40 some years or so .. thru good times and bad, he was always there to help folks out in the community if he could.
Wordsworth: "You know, every act of kindness is a little bit of
love we leave behind."
Absolutely beautiful and touching. Thank you for your kind words for this dear man.
I wondered if this was our Dusty Rhodes, the ex wrestler. I just saw one of the commercials he does for a local car dealer this evening.
I remodeled a drug store in Highlands back in the seventies.
It took several days and every morning I would get to the job site a few minutes before the lady who ran the store.
Outside the store was a makeshift shelf and every morning there was a pile of change on the shelf. Curiosity got the best of me and I finally asked the owner why it was there.
She said locals would walk by in the morning and get a newspaper from the stack dropped off by truck and simply
leave the money on the shelf.
That was also back when land was cheap in those hills.
I lived in Charlotte at the time where no quarter was safe
just laying there.
Funny how we all know of one or two special people like your friend. They are the sweetness that makes life bearable.
Dusty Rhodes?
Bah, humbug.
And God Bless.
My condolences on the loss of your good friend. A finer eulogy, no man could ever hope for.
RIP
You must have been a worthy child of God.
How I love the religious heritage of America. The understanding, the vision, and the faith that are behind those simple words from the church bulletin speak volumes about a people who whose lives were simply too big to contain.
Where they were met by oppression in the lands of their origin they sought freedom. That freedom has been passed to us to use in whatever way may please us.
Another generation labors on, in seemingly small ways, to build living monuments within their daily lives; monuments that honor a God who cannot be contained; a God who frees his spirit within his mortal children and gives them the freedom to honor that spirit, or not, in whatever way they choose.
I wish the people of the world could see that America is defined, not by headlines, but by it's people; people in cities and in hamlets; people working in jobs that are great or small; people living lives that are monuments; people whose spirit simply cannot be contained.