Butch (John David) was an original. No birthday, no anniversary today, just a little story. Once, driving through the city of Pontiac, we were stopped at a red light. Three well dressed, pretty ladies, were on that same corner. They were very intent on watching the light change above their heads so they could hurry across the street. When the light changed, they bolted. Butch, in one fluid movement, opened his door, and leaned his seat forward. Two of them tumbled in the back seat and immediately started to laugh. A few jokes later, they were on their way, released on their own cognizance, but with an altered view of the urban landscape.
