I always knew which son Betsy was on the phone with, with Lee in DC she would continually be laughing. She and Scot would be knee deep in politics interspersed with laughing. Her boys, the joy of her life. Scot’s ability to care and give to people of all stripes, be they in prison or on the street. Being able to always reach out a helping hand while at the same time completely disregarding himself. Life with Scot was both a loving and madding one, living on the edge was just his style. There was not much middle ground and he lived the hell out of his life.
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