Scotty was larger than life. A true legend in his time. He lived louder and on the edge more than anyone I've ever met. His stories were unbelievable (but believable, knowing Carbone). Some of my favourite skydiving memories are from Quincy 1995 and 96 with Scotty as a soundtrack to my memories. - In 1995, I drove up to Quincy from Deland with Scotty & Rickerby. Rickerby in his van, and Scotty in his RV. The two fought like an old married couple, but loved each other to death, best buds until the end I believe. Scotty surfed his pet lizards out the RV window. Only one survived the roadtrip, dying from the shock of all the airtime! We had a funeral and burial by the WFFC showerhouse for his dearly departed pet on arrival. He was so stricken with sadness and couldn't understand why it had died?! - On my first & only Carbone-organized Quincy lingerie jump -- the last visual I had before opening was Scotty dive-tracking with his crazy trail-blazing hat. - Scotty in his cow-suit (always the trendsetter, making the onesie popular!!) was host to the wet t-shirt contest. And then the storm came whipping through. What a night! "Scotty in his element working up the crowd at the 1995 event for the Wet T Shirt Party- "Get out your 5 dollar bills and dollar bills and pass um on up..come on guys!" - then the storm hit" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r04jdLWA4dM. Thankfully, I'm NOT in the video although I was in the contest :P. Scotty had such a raspy voice -- as if he smoked 3 packs of cigarettes a day -- and he was often curt, loud and brash as fuck. But boy, was he a kind (often generous) soul with an open and good heart. Good times, great memories. I'm nostalgic in watching all the memorial ash-dive videos from this past Saturday -- he wanted his ashes spread on his birthday. 33 dropzones around the US and many more around the world participated. I'm so grateful to have grown up as a skydiver around that era, meeting the old-timers like Carbone, Rickerby, Dodgin. How about you?