Michelle Berger
Gary was a good friend of mine and my first husband, Bob. We had a lot of fun back in the day. We’d go to Bass Rock with our dogs, JD and Schatzie, almost every day in the summer. We went to concerts and would go riding on the weekends. We’d ride up to Spectators or the Dog Patch on hot summer nights to hear a good band. In the wintertime we’d play poker with him and Wendy and we’d always listen to the Scorpions. We shared a love of dogs and the Scorpions. I am so grateful I was able to talk to Gary recently. Our last conversations were good ones even though he was unwell and weak. I found three, beautiful, eastern blue bird feathers this morning while walking my dogs. I’d like to think Gary was giving me a sign.
RIP Breed. We’ll see you on the other side brother.
