Garry Lee Stephens Tribute

This Written by Garry  9/1/1982

   March 11, 2008

I wanted to share a cute story that my brother Garry wrote. He had it framed and I found it at his home in Smartsville yesterday, while I was packing up the last of his things.  3/10/08 Yesterday was hard, the final trip to his property, and the 10th... one month he has been gone. It all still seems like a bad dream! I was glad I found this, it made the days end a bit better.




MY HAT


One early morning oh about five years ago, my father and I were sitting on the bank of Sacramento river, holding our fishing poles in our hand. I say holding our poles instead of fishing because, as usual we weren't catching a thing. We hadn't got a bite in the last six times out. I almost forgot what we were out there for. Getting up at 4:00 am and heading out to sit out on some cold, wet and soggy bank for 3 hours in total silence isn't my idea of exactly the most thrilling time of my life.
Well, anyway, we started B.S ing, since we both realized it wasn't very futile to go on any more and my dad apologized for the great fishing and said, Here son have my hat.
I was shocked, it was my fathers prize hat, he treasured it. I told him thanx and proceeded to put it on my head. It felt nice and comfortable. It wasn't the most beautiful hat, all white except for this patch that said, " Peterbuilt on it, but I loved it.
Every year I would go on vacation with my parents, While with them I would see some unique hat, something that no one else would get, and buy it. I treasure my hat collection, but of all the hats, I treasure that old " Peterbuilt" hat the most.



This written by Garry 9/1/1982