When we got together for my birthday at Golden Corral, one of my co-workers asked if we would keep an eye on her purse, while she went back to get something else. Arsenio and I said we would. I started to chuckle, and he asked what was I laughing about. I told him she had picked that worst two to keep an eye on her purse, because he was on his oxygen and I was down in the back. We had the best laugh over that. He will always be my Buddy, but most of all my hunka hunka burnin love. I'll miss you Buddy.
Love Always,
Helen R. Kidd
6-1-08