Dad with Keith (his bodyguard Big Bubba)

Keith and I had some really good times over the years. Talking about games, comics, movies, shows, life in general. When Blu-ray made an appearance, we always said that "everything's better on BLU-RAY!" That became one of our things from then on. Stupid little thing, but that's what makes cherished memories, the little personal things. We would go to comics shows and he would always have his little book with what issues he was looking for. We'd be in the car and the Metamorpho cartoon theme song would come on and we'd sing along (because it was so bad). The all night horror movie marathons in October that he and his mom would host. Me saying "what's that," and him pretending to look, then I'd pretend to try and steal an art print off his wall. Him reminding me that he helped me clean up spilled pineapple juice. All those experiences, those shared times, made us more than friends, it made us family. We miss you, Keith. 😢

When I worked for the Arts Council and was putting together Film Festival nights, I used public domain movies (because they were free to show). I would research a theme (horror, sci fi, mystery, western) and find a list of movies. Then my first step was to send Keith the list and he would send it back with the movies he had. Some of those movie nights were all his movies.