I've Missed You, Bucky

For those of you pronounce it Prescott (like "scott"), you probably have never met Bucky. For all of those readers who correctly change the "o" into a short "i" sound (read: Prescott like biscuit), then of course you recognize Bucky O'neill. As one who grew up in the shadows of Thumb Butte (pictured below), Bucky and I go way back. I very much enjoyed a trip back home last week. True, none of my family lives in Prescott any longer, and I myself have not lived there full-time in 13 years, but I still tell people that I am from Arizona. One of the things that remains in Prescott that is still something I connect with my formative years is FBC.

FBC has gone through myriad changes over the last decade. However, it still remains the one place, outside of my own home, that has done more to shape me into who I am today than any other place. We are so thankful for their support of us. We are also thankful for their hospitality this past week. A lot is different about the Mile High City. They now have a hockey team in Prescott Valley, I no longer know at least one person in every restaurant I enter, they now have In 'N Out Burger, and they chopped off the entire top of a mountain to build a mall. But some in Prescott are constant - Whiskey Row, Patty Rummage, Yavapai College Soccer, Bucky O'Neil, and (for the last 130 years) FBC.