Warren Sapp
Guy and I met and became friends at Parkway Hight School in the early 1960s. After graduation we lost track of each other until my wife and I returned to Columbia, MO in 2015. I met Guy (who called himself Arthur then), likely at a community concert or the library. For happy or for ill, we both recognized each other's faces after all these years. This happy reunion was a time of remembering Parkway and of catching up on why we were both in COMO now. Guy was riding his bicycle everywhere he went and we would happily greet each other at a variety of locations and events. Then came the era of the tired old Volkswagen, that he kept running for a long, long time. Last night at a library concert I searched for Guy, sure that if he were well enough he'd find a way to be there. Failure to find him there prompted an urgency to see if perhaps he has died. I knew his health was failing for some time. Sadly, I did not learn that Guy and I shared a love of trees and a vocation of planting them, until too late. This Spring I'll plant another tree and name it Guy Pollard in remembrance.
