Here is a story about my good friend Chainsaw, who recently passed.

Chainsaw was a great guy. Larger than life, but with a voice that didn't belong in his almost 7 foot frame. As he got older, he had two kids. Jake, who is a strapping young man, and Jenny, the prettiest and sweetest girl in Smiths Station, AL. Chainsaw lived for his kids and did his best to give them everything that he could. Some folks would look at the way Chainsaw was with his children and not understand the relationship he had with them.
One day, when Jenny was just past her 13th birthday, I turned the corner going to my house and saw Chainsaw's old truck in my driveway. I could see Jenny playing with my daughter, Jenna, in the back yard. Chainsaw was sitting on my porch swing, drinking a beer. As I walked up to the front porch, Chainsaw asked, "Hey bro, you want a beer?". Of course I said yeah. He never got up from the porch, just swung my door open and yelled, "Hey, Vickie, (my wife) bring your husband a beer, and get me one too." Haha. You had to know Chainsaw, he was the only man I ever met that my wife would put up with that from. The man was the nicest guy on the face of the earth and would give you his last dime, or his last beer. He was a good friend and brought out the best in everyone. We drank a couple of beers and he said, "You fish, right?". I said yeah, again, and asked what he needed. He said he needed a big fishhook and it had to be sharp. I went to the shed and came back with an assortment. Chainsaw studied each fishhook with great care, measuring it with his fingers and testing the sharpness on his fingertip. When he found one that suited his purpose, he gave me the others back. Jenny ran up onto the porch and asked in an excited voice, "Daddy, did Mr. Duane have one?" Chainsaw looked at her lovingly and said, "Yeah, baby, and it looks just right". Little Jenny pulled up her shirt and Chainsaw hooked her through the navel, then looked at me and said, "Get a pair of clippers so it doesn't irritate her". I pulled out my leatherman and he snipped the barb off. Jenny hugged him and said, " I love you Daddy". Chainsaw hugged her back and said, " Happy birthday, sweetheart" , then Jenny ran off to play. I stared at him and said, "What in the hell just happened?". Chainsaw explained that Jenny had wanted her belly button pierced for a year or more, but he wouldn't let her do it until she was 13. She had turned 13 that day, so he was just keeping his promise.
I haven't seen Chainsaw since March, but I saw Jenny when I was home in September. The first thing she did after she hugged my neck was pull up her shirt and say, "Hey, Mr. Gaither, remember this?" Yeah, honey, I remember it. How could I forget.

 

wow, some story [8D]

 

that's probably the strangest posting I've seen here but it was a good story.

Sounds like a helluva good guy.

 

Same here, WOW !!!!
What happen to him ?

 

def. somethin you would expect from you southern boys!!
cant believe it

 

Chainsaw had been sick for a long time. He fought it for years. Diabetes mostly. I couldn't be there when he passed this Tuesday, but I am sure he went out with the dignity of the biker he is, and the Marine he was when he was young. Great guy.

 

Very good story...

 

Good story....Although, it would have made a good scene in Chevy Chase's Christmas Vacation movie.

 

Sorry to hear about your friends passing.

 

Good story!
I just hope the hook wasn't used with worm guts on it.