Thursday, October 10, 2013
After some time to reflect , I think Robbert "SPUD" BOUVETTE , deserves better from me than just the microscopic memory i chose to leave here, it was spitefull and so as noone else has told it , here is the first of what will be a set of memories from 1980 he was my dad and 40 years later as i start to forget here is how it was.....
Rob was short and stocky bsa bike riding beer drinking pot smoking "Burquitlam Plaza" gang member who would often go to the Boo pub with big eric the red and little bob and his crazy biker wife joddie and good old criss parker who was a clarke park club member at the time and raise hell with his way cool mother EVON BLAKLEY.
She would tell me stories later on in life , in st. Maries hospital, that little robbie would act all fearless in those days was not because he had eric and so on , but becouse his BIG BROTHER Ken ,who would for fun and women kick the celling tiles out in the boo pub, was allways there to back up / end anything too deadly. I remmember the first time i ever met this massive man i was 6 and i ran for a minute and was scared untill he bent down and smiled at me then popped his teeth out and became the funniest human beiing i had ever met......but it was EVON who would bring my mother Jane Stephenson her good friend at the time to the boo pub to meet Rob. She was so far out of his league it would couse him behave and this is where i will share you this fact about rob, he would start to rebuild a part of my world that at five years old i was not even close to understanding the nature or depth off.
He met me for the first time at the van int airport and had a big potleaf belt buckle and black cowboy boots on a black tee shirt and leather jacket and my mom said " this is my friend rob, say hi" . I had met 3 "friends" in my five years of life so i was not to cool with this ....cool looking i remeber.....friend. He leaned over to pin a button on my little jacket and said " ah he don't have to say nothin babe " ....the button said "TAKE OFF A HOSER " AND THEN LET ME WALK TO THE TRUCK WITH MY MOM AND DID NOT GET MAD WITH THE ATTENTION OF MY MOM ALL ON ME......he never raised a hand to me as a child and that was the first demon of the many i had in my world he would attack with all the fight he had in him.......till next time when i tell of the ride home just one hour later...........he allmost died falling out off the truck.......no shit and it be the first time i did somthing that an adult would brag about me doing and so would begin my freedom from the second demon of my young life . Robb you took a beating in those days , it should be rememberd.
Robb loved to listen to rock one oh one raidio and drink coffee at his moms place or smoke a "number" with my mom and watch jepardy and s'n'l .
