Gone too soon…

I never met Barry Weeks, but after my first telephone call I know I wanted to. I began to know of him as we all did here on the Stovebolt pages and for me it was ‘98 or ‘99. He had the knowledge I was seeking and I recall asking him for advice on a number of matters.
Here’s a story that is revealing of his character. Early in ‘01 I was on the hunt for a set of Fenton headers and he responded to a Parts Wanted thread I had started saying that he had an original set. I recall conveying my address and phone to him, got busy, and forgot about it. One day I arrived home from work and a medium sized, dense and heavy package with war torn USPS scars was on the front porch. Barry sent the headers without payment. I was awed and honored by his trust. I called, thanked him, and definitely felt like I was just an old friend he was giving a part to. A year or more went by and I was turning soil in my garden when, of all things, I uncovered a small, pot metal, swooping lines of Art Deco toy car. It was missing a tire and had a small dent, but I knew from our conversations that Barry collected and was a fan of such things and sent it off to him. A week goes by and I get a call from a voice I’m having trouble recognizing as he’s excitedly thanking me for the gift. One would have thought I gifted him a pound of fifty dollar bills. Excitable, good and true man, Barry Weeks, gone too soon.


~ Cosmo
1949 Chevy Half Ton
Rocinante, like Don Quixote, he is awkward, past his prime, and engaged in a task beyond his capacities.
"...my good horse Rocinante, mine eternal and inseparable companion in all my journeys and courses." ...Don Quixote, Cervantes
"If you come to a fork in the road, take it."...Yogi Berra
"Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength." ...Eric Hoffer