Bob Glover
Buck was truly "one of a kind!" My family and I think of him often, and always will! We loved him like family and he treated us like we were. My favorite Buckism: Dave and I were roofing the house in Wilmington largely due to Buck's distaste for heights. Buck needed to climb the ladder to check out some aspect of the job, and was hugging the ladder like something inexplicable but strong was trying to pull him off it. The hem of his pants caught on the heel of his shoe when he was 3/4 of the way up to the top. He stopped hyperventilating and caught his breath and said, not to anybody in particular, "My pants is tore from shoesole to asshole." I chuckle even as I write this. We miss you, Buck!
Bob, Kathy, Caitlin, Rob