For as long as I can remember there was always a Big Buddy. Every summer my parents would take my brother and I down to the shore and next door there he and Anita would be with their boat. He would always seem to drop whatever he was doing to help you out. Whether it was a water pump in a motor or melted barings on a boat trailer Buddy helped. I remember going fishing with him on my dad's boat and we seemed to always come back with fish so I guess they liked him too. Buddy was a friend to my family in the truest sense. I was honored in knowing him and my life has been better because of it.