1976, Angel Stadium in Anaheim
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1976, Angel Stadium🏟 of Anaheim
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1976, Angel Stadium in Anaheim
"Uncle" Scott playing "Hello Dolly" on his Trumpet 🎺 in 1976 with me (Jeff Rosen) on the drums 🥁 and the awesome Los Al High School Griffin Marching Band (led by Director Mrs. Kandy Schoenholz & Drum Major John Seigman) at Angel😇 Stadium🏟 in Anaheim
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Sending my condolences, Scott was a great friend. I believe Joe shared some of the best memories of Scott (Uncle).
RIP Uncle 🎺
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1978, Yosemite Valley, CA, USA
It was no wonder that we could score some underaged alcohol, Uncle darning his grown up look.
— with
Joe Bob John Mike Scott
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1976, Los Al High
Stage Band
— with
“Maynard “ Uncle Scott
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1981, Yosemite National Park, California, USA
The “4” Trip
— with
Bob John Joe Scott
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1980, Indian Caves Yosemite Valley
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1976, Los Al High “Bando Hill”
“Sermon on the Mount Uncle” : Pep Bando’s
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1976, Los Al High Band Room
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1978, Lower Pines Campground, Southside Drive, Yosemite, CA, USA
“Order”
— with
Bob Larry Mike John Scott
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1978, Yosemite Valley, CA, USA
The “Walking Scarf”
— with
Uncle Scott
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1981, Oak Knoll Drive, Rossmoor, CA, USA
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1976, Yosemite National Park, California, USA
“The Mac 8 Trip”
— with
Mark Jim Bob Larry Mike John Joe Scott
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1980, Joe’s house
Movie Star “4”
— with
Bob John Joe Scott
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1980, Yosemite National Park, California, USA
“The Uncle Look”
— with
Scott
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1977, Los Alamitos, CA, USA
The “4”
— with
John Bob Joe Scott
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My condolences to Rebecca and family. So many memories of my honorary Uncle Scott from our early teen years and through our 20’s, it would be hard to pick just one out to share, but what I can say is that it was a privilege to be Scott’s friend and to share those memories. It was truly a special friendship that always had a place in my and our other close friends hearts. During those years it is hard to remember one day without some form of contact with each other. We sometimes referred to us as part of “The Gang” or the “4”. Though later we grew apart at times with long stretches of lost contact (as life sometimes throws at you), there was always a comforting feeling that we both and all shared the fact that there was always an unbreakable bond of friendship. Hope to meet up again someday; somehow I know you’ll be there waiting, horn in hand, playing “Basin Street Blues” and dropping a set of keys while just giving “The Look”. Miss you till then Uncle.
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