“A Few Stories”

One thing I liked about Scott was that he never talked about himself. He seemed to be able to stay in the moment, always providing a calm, relaxing experience. However, you could fill up a book with what he could talk about, but that wasn’t his style. He was humble.

He was not constrained by political borders or ideologies; Scott was a citizen of the world. You might find him in LA or New York, or you might come across him at ancient Mayan ruins or the Taj Mahal. He told me one time that he and Charlie took a trip to Russia from Finland, where they were both coaching professional football. On the return, Charlie’s papers weren’t in order or something, and they kept him, making Scott leave. Scott said he eventually made it home. He told it matter of factly. I would have been freaking out. Scott understood it was out of his control and that Charlie would eventually work it out with the Russians. And that is exactly what happened.

Scott didn’t need someone to tell him what to believe or how to think; he thought for himself. He was an original thinker.

Scott, my son Gage and I were flying to Phoenix to visit Charlie and take in an Arizona Rattler’s Arena Football game where Charlie worked as a coach. As we were going through TSA in the Portland airport a TSA employee said to Scott, “Hey you look just like the Dude." Scott didn’t skip a beat. Right on cue Scott said to him, "We’ll that just your opinion man," as if he really was the Dude and kept right on walking. That was Scott. Funny as Hell and dry wit and humor. It was classic Scott. I miss you Buddy.