Tripp was the first "non Concord Elementary" friend I made at McCants. He had some of the biggest feet I have ever seen and he was completely afraid of bugs. We became great friends, double dated and shared a lot of great memories.
He nearly ran over me with his four-wheeler as we attempted to climb a hill too steep...so steep I couldn't hold on and fell off the back. He began rolling backwards, towards me, as I lay on the ground. I still remember him yelling at me (while laughing), "WHY DID YOU JUMP OFF!?!"
Tripp was the one who pushed me into playing football. I ended up playing offensive line and he on the defensive line...we hit each other every day in practice for the next 3 years. One practice, he and I were out of breath. He came up to me after a play and whispered in my ear, "let's take it easy the next couple of plays." Relieved, I agreed. The next play, I took it easy...he knocked me down, made the tackle in the backfield and I got an earful from Coach Jones. Tripp just laughed.
My other great memory is when our football team sold car wash tickets for a fundraiser. Unknowingly, Tripp sold all of his tickets to Wham Brothers Construction. After his washing shift ended, he returned in a dirty dump truck honking the horn and laughing his head off as we attempted to wash it in 30 degree weather.
But, as we all know, in 1991, there were no cell phones, no email, no facebook. So we were only able to keep in touch during the holidays. His passing hit me hard as he was also the first friend I ever lost. At his funeral, they played "I Can Only Imagine" followed by a processional of Harley Davidsons. Today, anytime I hear either, I laugh a little at those great memories.
Kurt Walters
Tripp was the first "non Concord Elementary" friend I made at McCants. He had some of the biggest feet I have ever seen and he was completely afraid of bugs. We became great friends, double dated and shared a lot of great memories.
He nearly ran over me with his four-wheeler as we attempted to climb a hill too steep...so steep I couldn't hold on and fell off the back. He began rolling backwards, towards me, as I lay on the ground. I still remember him yelling at me (while laughing), "WHY DID YOU JUMP OFF!?!"
Tripp was the one who pushed me into playing football. I ended up playing offensive line and he on the defensive line...we hit each other every day in practice for the next 3 years. One practice, he and I were out of breath. He came up to me after a play and whispered in my ear, "let's take it easy the next couple of plays." Relieved, I agreed. The next play, I took it easy...he knocked me down, made the tackle in the backfield and I got an earful from Coach Jones. Tripp just laughed.
My other great memory is when our football team sold car wash tickets for a fundraiser. Unknowingly, Tripp sold all of his tickets to Wham Brothers Construction. After his washing shift ended, he returned in a dirty dump truck honking the horn and laughing his head off as we attempted to wash it in 30 degree weather.
But, as we all know, in 1991, there were no cell phones, no email, no facebook. So we were only able to keep in touch during the holidays. His passing hit me hard as he was also the first friend I ever lost. At his funeral, they played "I Can Only Imagine" followed by a processional of Harley Davidsons. Today, anytime I hear either, I laugh a little at those great memories.