Hot Rod: The man behind the voice

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  • Debbie
    Dec. 4, 2009 6:12 p.m.

    Mame was my great aunt. I had heard stories about some famous basketball player and I couldn't remember which one it was. He was friends with my older brother who passed away yesterday. We were both adopted into this family. There is one story that I remember about Hot Rod and him locking my brother in an outhouse one very hot day. I guess this is the only thing I know about him. I hope he still have fond memories of my Aunt, and maybe even my brother.

  • Anonymous
    Aug. 9, 2009 2:42 p.m.

    I just read the whole story about you and your families. I would like to get a hold of Flo - I am a old friend from Minn. and she was in my Wedding. I would like to talk to her and hope some day to see each other before it is too late. Flo I live in Napa, Ca. I love close to the twins....Will never forget you.

    May 15, 2008 2:36 p.m.


  • Jim Cook
    March 16, 2008 2:54 a.m.

    Rod and I were contemporaries, growing up in the same city. And though I attended schools across town, anyone who played in the basketball hotbed that was Charleston in the early 50s inevitably crossed his path. In high school years, he was a regular at the old downtown YMCA, where we played pick up games all summer long. My earliest memory of Rod, at age 13, was at the Reynolds Street playground. He was clearly better than anyone else on the court. At one point he dribbled across the center line, stopped, and broke into song - a good imitation of Billy Eckstine inging "Everything I Have is Yours". Everyone else in the game became his attentive audience; and that must've been what he wanted.

  • LarryTotten
    March 8, 2008 1:11 p.m.

    My brother was a teammate of Rods. Years later when he was selling Converse baskettball shoes I met him at a bar in Wilson NC. I recognised him over a beer. We started a conversation and were having a good time talking about his ball carrear. As time went on he got very comfertable and thats when I tod him who I was he was extatic, and asked where "Roudy" was I. I told him he was living here he said I want to see him I got on the phone and called "Roudy". Those two had a weekend to remember Hot Rod said it was lkie going home I will never forget him .