My Bud

My brother was born Jeffery Thomas Reed, Jr. Everyone called J.Thomas as a kid. I always called him Bud. I'm not sure if it started as Buddy, but he was always Bud to me. I miss him. When I moved out Bud was starting seventh grade. It took a long time for me to think of him as older than a 12 year old. But Bud soon passed me up in height and was stronger than my within the year I left. He is probably the exact opposite of me. School was never his thing but he was well liked with lots of friends. Definitely more athletic than the rest of us. He skateboarded for a while and played polo in high school. He picked up a pair of drum sticks in junior high and hasn't really put them down. He used to carry them in his back pocket. I'm not sure if he still does . . . I don't make to Sacramento except on holidays. And with Bud working for FedEx his schedule isn't really flexible.

Bud does summer fire crew with the Davis Fire Crew. The go out for a couple of weeks, sleep in the dirt, dig trenches, and cut down trees. They come back with beards and stink like none other. But he loves it.

The other night I got to talk to Bud a little on facebook. It was nice. We talked about the band. A little about girls. A little about work. I miss him.

I found a couple of recent pictures on his facebook page to share with you.