Scott Burau:  The Legacy Lives On

Since the aforementioned Scott was generous enough to devote some of his web page to me, I feel I should return the favor.  Scottie has been my best bud every since 7th grade when he used to harass me to death in Miss McKenzie's pre-Algebra class.  Oddly enough, I do not have too many embarassing photos of him from middle school days (a conspiracy?)...but I will do my best to provide a brief overview of M. Scott, the man, in pictures and words...

Scott was adorable even as a kid; everyone would fawn over him and faint just at a glimpse of his awe-inspiring face...but then he would squirt blood at them.  I won't even tell you how many of my clothes were ruined before I became his acquaintance...

Back in good ol' Edmond, Scott and I often drive around town searching for something new and exciting (even just being new is nice...).  I believe through this act we have more than sufficiently contributed to the pollution of the atmosphere through exhaust fumes... 

I have to say that Scott is one of the greatest guys I know.  He puts up with all of my nagging and indecision in such a mature manner (i.e. calling me names and telling me where to go...).  He actually loves/tolerates me so much that he traveled with me on a trans-atlantic flight to Barcelona and then proceeded to put up with my tour guide routine for a week...  I suppose that the first-class trip home helped erase some of the contempt towards me (or maybe it was just the stewardess/bartender).  I will have to add some pictures of the trip as soon as I get to a scanner...  Barcelona is really a beautiful city, and our trip was an excellent adventure (cue Bill and Ted).

Click on Mulder and Scully and they will show you the way outta here...