Earlier this year, we lost a ball of sunshine, Melissa Scales Bejer. We met during the summer of 1991 (I believe it was) because of her brother, Roger. I met Roger at a softball game for the Boston Band, Extreme. Roger said, "I think you'd get along great with my sister, Missy." That was an understatement. Missy and I became fast friends. We had a lot in common, we both loved music (hair bands), stupid tv shows, cartoons, our love of York Beach Maine and how much we loved to laugh. I spent more time at her house the next couple of summers than my own (thanks, Mrs. Scales for always being a gracious host -and Mom- always with an open door and especially for taking me out for dinner and chocolate milk on the night of my prom while Missy was at work.)
I will admit to completely cracking up as I looked through these photos. (I can't believe I don't have a photo of Missy and PJ from Trixter.) I love that she's still making me smile and laugh. Her expressions in some of these photos are priceless.
Missy and I had great memories of Johnny and Hardline. A couple of years ago she even started a facebook group for Johnny (before he was on social media) to try to keep the fans in touch with each other and informed.
When she got sick, she kept it private. I'd try to make her laugh by sending her goofy things like coloring books, books on Hall and Oates or the Brady Bunch. Since February, I keep finding tapes (both cassette and VHS) that Missy would make for her friends. They were collaged audio or visual bits of goofy things that cracked her up. I love finding tapes that say things like, "Roscoe's (from the Dukes of Hazzard) Greatest Hits" to "Johnny Bravo's Groovy Tunes" and just remembering Missy and what she loved.
And so much this: