Our neighbor behind us and over one is an older lady and her step son "Buddy Butch" lives with her. When we first moved here the father lived there also but he has since passed away.
Buddy Butch got his name because he calls everyone "Buddy" and then their name. Although I don't think he actually knows my name even though we have lived here for 16 years. So I'm just "Buddy".
Buddy Butch is a little over 60. The story goes that when he was a little boy he fell out of his high chair and hit his head. Buddy Butch is more like an 8 year old than a 60 year old.
He rides his bike all around the club and LOVES baseball and darts.
Since I've been working outside so much I've had many conversations with him. Most conversations start with him talking about the softball team that is comprised of a bunch of guys that live out here. The last game was tonight. I think he's told me that about 20 times. They are 5 and 3. He is the team manager now. He used to be the coach. Nice that the guys let him do that. He was all excited yesterday because he got a new bat. He doesn't play in the games, but he has a new bat. He got it at Wal Mart, do I know where that is?
While it's a little taxing to have these conversations over and over again, I try really hard to be nice to him. I'm sure he is lonely living with an old woman who never really comes out of her house (although he said they go shopping sometimes). His life revolves around baseball and darts when the dart leagues are going on.Pin It
Aww, that's sweet! Good for you for taking the time to listen :)
Buddy Butch sounds like my husband when he's had a ton to drink. He likes to tell the same story over and over and over....
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