Evil Cheesy

I worked with "Bud" Cheeseborough

in Boulder for nine months when I first

landed. He used to work the coal mines

above Boulder...had one lung left from 

that, and two artificial hips from plumbing.

Still, he went out and worked every day. 

I visited in him in his house one day, and,

he must have had money, because his 

living room was black with red trimmings...

think Chuck Berry's bar and lounge.

shag rug....cheap sixties chic....Culturally

archeologically, that tells you when he 

started making money. He liked me

just because I used a wooden, folding

ruler...instead of a metal, sliding one. 

That made me OK in his eyes.

He had two sons. The older shouldered

the business...competent and uptight...

a big drinker. The other was a plumber, 

fancied himself as a stunt motorcycle

jumper. Don't know what happened to 

either of them. He called himself 

"Evil Cheesy"....he was a local hero

at the Hi-Lo Lounge on the way out of

Boulder, as you're turning towards

Longmont.