Scott was always a good friend (wild, but still sweet). He was very good friends with my first husband, Buzz Vineyard (MHS class 1980). I can't remember when Scott died (it was either right before, or right after Buzz was killed in a car accident in 1991). I think Scott was a tormented soul, and couldn't outrun his demons but he was always such a sweet person and always made people laugh when he was around. Overall, I smile when I think of Scott and what a goof he was!
I remember Scott as "Omar". I worked at Krystal in high school and one night he drove up to the drive-thru window. We talked for a while and then when he started to drive off, I noticed that he had tree limbs stuck in his bumper. I yelled at him to stop and when he got out of his car and saw all of the limbs and leaves dragging on the pavement he looked so puzzled! He said "I wonder how that got there" and he got back in his car and drove off.
Scott was my first best friend and next door neighbor growing up. Almost all of my early childhood memories involve him in some way. Despite his struggles later in life, I'll always see him as a freckled faced, sweaty, curly headed kid in a Bozo the Clown t-shirt that matched mine! He taught me my first cuss word, "shit", and for that I will always be greatful! I've worn it out over my lifetime! I'll always remember the first day of French class in 9th grade and his redneck east tennessee accent trying to speak French! What a sweet guy he was at heart!
I was on the tennis team with Scott. The coach always told us to wear "tennis whites." We must not have had a uniform because we were required to "show respect for the sport and for the other team's facilities" by wearing white or pastel tennis clothes. Scott was easy to find on the court because he was the only one wearing a black t-shirt with some rock band's picture on it. The more scary looking the band, the better. The funny part is that he almost always won!
Scott was a flame and I was the gas. We flirted with drinking and the law. The Rockford police still remember us rolling thru in the early mornings. I spent a lot of time with him growing up. He was not afraid of much. He always lived on the edge. I don't think of his life as short but that he filled every moment with excitement. I truly miss him and wish he was still around. Obviously he had an impact on more people than me. I think he would be glad to know we noticed.
I will always remember Scott as a very sweet guy, wild but sweet. He used to always sing "Little Carol, Little Carol." Don't know what that was about, but it was funny. I always remember him smiling and laughing too. I think he was always looking for the next outrageous thing to do to shock people. He lived life on the edge, but had one heck of a time doing it.
Omar, must have passed away around 1988. I remember getting a call from my old girl friend to tell me he had died. (Boy was my wife mad! lol.) Anyone who new him well new he was a great guy but a lost soul. He seamed to be searching for something but He never found it. I remember him telling me his dad wanted him to follow in his footsteps and be a dentist but he had no real desire. If I congire up old memories of Omar I think of crusing Sandy Springs Park drinking 16 oz. Buds and listining to R.E.O. and Journey as loud as he could crank it. I crashed at his house one night and almost froze to death. He would run the air condition in his room as low as it would go and sleep under a huge pile of blankets. ( I had 1 ) The best story I have was the night Omar, Mike Henderson and myself went to UT to a bar and Omar started a fight with about 10 UT football players. We jumped in my car and almost ran them over getting away. Needless to say we laughed and partied till daylight. That was Omar.
Scott was a wild and crazy guy. I'll always remember after a night at the Last Lap, cruising on Cumberland in Scotts old Lincoln Town car that had an exhaust-muffler problem. Everytime we stopped at the Red lights, smoke would surround the cars behind and in front of us as the music was blasting and Scott would howl with laughter....A scene right out of the movie Uncle Buck..Good times I will never forget.
Vicki Frazier (Odum)
Scott was always a good friend (wild, but still sweet). He was very good friends with my first husband, Buzz Vineyard (MHS class 1980). I can't remember when Scott died (it was either right before, or right after Buzz was killed in a car accident in 1991). I think Scott was a tormented soul, and couldn't outrun his demons but he was always such a sweet person and always made people laugh when he was around. Overall, I smile when I think of Scott and what a goof he was!Lisa Russell (Robinson)
I remember Scott as "Omar". I worked at Krystal in high school and one night he drove up to the drive-thru window. We talked for a while and then when he started to drive off, I noticed that he had tree limbs stuck in his bumper. I yelled at him to stop and when he got out of his car and saw all of the limbs and leaves dragging on the pavement he looked so puzzled! He said "I wonder how that got there" and he got back in his car and drove off.Jennifer White (Talley)
Scott was my first best friend and next door neighbor growing up. Almost all of my early childhood memories involve him in some way. Despite his struggles later in life, I'll always see him as a freckled faced, sweaty, curly headed kid in a Bozo the Clown t-shirt that matched mine! He taught me my first cuss word, "shit", and for that I will always be greatful! I've worn it out over my lifetime! I'll always remember the first day of French class in 9th grade and his redneck east tennessee accent trying to speak French! What a sweet guy he was at heart!Peytie Whetstone (Hatfield)
I was on the tennis team with Scott. The coach always told us to wear "tennis whites." We must not have had a uniform because we were required to "show respect for the sport and for the other team's facilities" by wearing white or pastel tennis clothes. Scott was easy to find on the court because he was the only one wearing a black t-shirt with some rock band's picture on it. The more scary looking the band, the better. The funny part is that he almost always won!Chip Lindsay
Scott was a flame and I was the gas. We flirted with drinking and the law. The Rockford police still remember us rolling thru in the early mornings. I spent a lot of time with him growing up. He was not afraid of much. He always lived on the edge. I don't think of his life as short but that he filled every moment with excitement. I truly miss him and wish he was still around. Obviously he had an impact on more people than me. I think he would be glad to know we noticed.Carol Blankenship (Wilson)
I will always remember Scott as a very sweet guy, wild but sweet. He used to always sing "Little Carol, Little Carol." Don't know what that was about, but it was funny. I always remember him smiling and laughing too. I think he was always looking for the next outrageous thing to do to shock people. He lived life on the edge, but had one heck of a time doing it.Darrell Evans
Omar, must have passed away around 1988. I remember getting a call from my old girl friend to tell me he had died. (Boy was my wife mad! lol.) Anyone who new him well new he was a great guy but a lost soul. He seamed to be searching for something but He never found it. I remember him telling me his dad wanted him to follow in his footsteps and be a dentist but he had no real desire. If I congire up old memories of Omar I think of crusing Sandy Springs Park drinking 16 oz. Buds and listining to R.E.O. and Journey as loud as he could crank it. I crashed at his house one night and almost froze to death. He would run the air condition in his room as low as it would go and sleep under a huge pile of blankets. ( I had 1 ) The best story I have was the night Omar, Mike Henderson and myself went to UT to a bar and Omar started a fight with about 10 UT football players. We jumped in my car and almost ran them over getting away. Needless to say we laughed and partied till daylight. That was Omar.William "Larry" Johnson
Scott was a wild and crazy guy. I'll always remember after a night at the Last Lap, cruising on Cumberland in Scotts old Lincoln Town car that had an exhaust-muffler problem. Everytime we stopped at the Red lights, smoke would surround the cars behind and in front of us as the music was blasting and Scott would howl with laughter....A scene right out of the movie Uncle Buck..Good times I will never forget.