There's not a time in my life when I do not remember Buster, Maryann, Johnny, Trina, and Janie and later Andrea being a part of it. They were more like family than just friends. Growing up we all did everything together, along with many other families, the Rawley's, the Flint's, etc. etc. in the neighborhood. I remember the times spent over at the camps on Medomak Pond, at that time the Winslows, Cross', and Noyes', vacationing, going on short and long trips on the motorcycles, snowmobiling, sliding down Gibson's hill, bon fires on the meadow at night and ice skating, visiting everyone's homes at anytime of the day or night "without calling first", the adults going out while Tim babysat us "kids" and making up songs about us on his guitar, etc. etc. etc. The thing I remember the most about Buster is when he was working for my dad, Eddie Noyes, and whenever he came into our house he was greeted by "gambi" my mother's toy fox terrier. Gambi didn't like anyone but my mother but Buster was the "only" person gambi would nip at. I can remember Buster trying to shake the dog off the back of the heal of his pants. It became a regular event along with a few choice words. I haven't seen Buster since he stopped visiting Tim at the garage, but him and his family have never been far from my thoughts. I know I can speak for Tim as well when I say that Buster is going to be missed and by the last conversations he had with Tim at the garage, how much he loved his family. He had many questions about the Bible always coming back for more. "For God so love the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16 "In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." Proverbs 3:6 God Bless you all, Love Lynn & Tim