Whitey  Tucson Chapter

Glen Lavery

This is my favorite photo of a brother  whose memory always brings a smile to my face.  Whitey was one of a kind and there will never be another quite like him. Gruff to those he didn't know but a kind and true friend to those he did. Whitey was Godfather to my children. He had a sense of humor that ran very deep and dry and was often misinterpreted.

I spoke on the phone to Whitey the day before he died. He was in Nevada running a business we partnered. He told me he was coming back to Arizona for a short visit in two days and to get a room ready for him.   I was surprised and confused the following day when I got a phone call from Laura, his wife, telling me he had passed away in his sleep.

When anyone asked his real name Whitey would reply:
"Whitey, W - H - I - T - E,  White, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head , except for my asshole.  That's brown,  B - R - O - W - N - Brown."

Oh yeh, Whitey's message from the grave...
Read it in the photo*.

    *It's not the finger, it's the twinkle in the eye behind it.    


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