you've got to know them to love them...

One of the wonderful things that has come out of this rotten experience is the fact that so many people, old friends-new friends, families, etc...have come together to celibrate and love on Adam and his family.

Here are some photos that have been saved for the "DIRECTORS CUT"...with comments.

Hey, you've got to know the people that have made up this little coven over the past 20+ years!

BTW: this photo was not out of focus...the subjects were...except for Dan (of course...since he's a judge now).

Poor Sayle, she not only had to put up with all these guys, she had to remember to pace herself as to not drink them under the table. We all have our burdens...
see what I mean...here Adam "impresses the ladies" with his latest scares. Does the maddess ever stop!!!!









As I explain to Oaks..."no, the madness never stops...so pay up...now."

keep your hands on your wallets...boys

Not since Doc Holiday hocked a luggie on barroom floor in Deadwood, SD has a gang been spotted that made women blush, beer shutter, and men grab their wallets and run.

let's just leave it at that.

some stories here that are best left, right here.

next...

the Honorable Charles Pickering, esq

Here's Adam and Chip Pickering...aka...Congressman Charles Pickering.

Chip has always been a good egg and we're lucky to have him in Washington. And he probably took a calculated risk being seen with the likes of this group,...in the daylight.

Good to see you there, buddy. What ever happened to "Sam the Wonder Dog"?...Sigma Chi mascot, and best lab I've seen, since he was trained to get beer out of a frig.

But you know, Congressman...standing around a keg with the likes of these guys can be hazardous to your career.

Dr Toofie

Dr. Samuel Keith Rickman
aka: Rickman; Ricky; Dr. Toofie; "you short little @#*$%": and now, Sam...or Dr. Rickman, to you.

Here we have a shot of Rickman "airing his pits." It's either that or he's about to be placed in the back of a patrol car.

Rickman has been a ringleader of many things which cannot be mentioned on this blog. He and Trowbridge have a special bond which goes back more than 20 years. In fact, Trowbridge has told me on several occasions that he "looks down on Rickman, like a real brother." Sweet, I know.

A lesser man would not take all the "short jokes" as well as Rickman does. Like the time we had all his pants altered to make him think he'd grown an inch...or things like strapping in a child's car seat in his truck...or...well we don't have that much room.

But with out Rickman, well, we'd be missing one of our key players...and free access to inpromptu dental care at happy hour!


Here he is doing the "post-party debrief" with Craig Falbaum...aka: Fullbong...to figure out who we'd insulted and thoroughly pissed off the night before...A time honored practice since college.

another eccentric coon-ass, Rucker

Rucker, Rucker, Rucker...here he is getting a bit, veclept. Rucker has never failed to provide ample entertainment to all those around him. Some even call it collateral damage. But even the wildest of swamp rats straighten up, eventually...and under enough duress. Few can spin a tail or wander into the tall grass like our brother Rucker. Just ask a simple question, and Lord only knows where the answer will take you. A sharp wit and twisted insights keep this one fresh, no matter how swampy he may get.

our man Byrd...

Let us explore some of the local color of our unique band of misfits, malcontents, over-achievers and hooligans. Shall we start with Senior Brian Byrd? Aka: Vivian

Here here is, "our man Byrd." A rare specie if there ever was one. Kind and gentle, possibly even a little of a pacifist...or possibly just medicated. I call this photo, "contemplation of air." It could also be called, "whoa, dude..."

Here is our man Byrd "trying to figure out why we had so many mixers at a party with a keg...?"

Because some people drink them straight? NEVER...must have been an acquisition mistake. SEND THEM BACK!!!!

Where are those darned Cheetos I ordered?



And in case you need to see what is happening here, let's just say we call this photo, "excuse me, did you just fart?...oh, I'm sorry."


Sometimes you can tell a book by the cover.

We love you Byrd...without you, life would not be the same. In fact, it would be a LOT different.

Rickman's Crawfish Boil (2004)

Boil dem crawdad, boy...

Been digging through some old photos and pulled this one from "capt ricky's crawfish bonanza" up at Chateau de Toofie in Tennessee.

In the photo you've got Trowbridge (mouth agape); Rickman (standing on a bucket); a limey character Rickman befriended in an English homeless shelter; Leslie, Rickman's wife and (captured) center of our limey friends attention; and some Eddie Munster-doofus that Leslie's sister was dating.

A good time was had by all, of course. Execpt we kept making fun of doofus, as anyone would expect. I think he went home.

Trowbridge and Sam were the entertainment each year. Click here to see the video.

More cowbell...more cowbell!