Arthur John Seibold

Hello, John. Sorry for taking so long to write. I have never handled loss well. And what a loss your passing is. Legion, legend...I was certainly a member of his legion. As for legend, that goes without saying. From the moment you arrived at Germantown High, I was in awe. Little did I know that years later, you, me, and the Pritchard boys would embark on a most memorable "weekend" to New Orleans. I remember facing the unenviable return to Memphis. As we all discussed it, there was a meeting...

You touched everyone you met and to quote Jimmy Stewart,"They came in as strangers and left as friends" is the Fish we all know, love and dearly miss....Love ya man, Rocky

Hey Fish, man did we have fun, see ya. Cujo

Ah, Arthur

This gift of a natural man -- who hailed out of the great parallelogram-shaped state -- whose 'lines' were unequalled.
Forged sense of honor and vivacious energy -- from father and mother.
Nobly planned, he bolted into the world on a mid-century middle november day full of radiant free-spirited eclecticism.
Persona grata, he illuminated sans reproche.

Encounter 'sebo' at age fifteen in between.
The germantown coterie begins, a lexicon formulates,...

I've heard stories about "Fish" almost my entire life, the latest about a year ago as told by my brother, Robert Childress. Boy how we laughed at the "old days". Little did I know that a few short months later, we'd lose them both. Robert, George and John go back decades...George, the practical one, John, the crazy "fish". In fact, they both stood up in Robert's wedding. I had the pleasure of working with both John and my brother for a time at Marcos Restaurant in Memphis. John definitely...

If we could all live as simply and unpretentiously as the Fish, the world would be a better place. We will miss you, Fish.

Dear Fish ~

Though you've been far away from our locale, you've never been far from our hearts. For me, your devilish humor made you an angel.

I'm holding now a note on a Louie's cocktail napkin penned in purple more than a decade ago ~ "Debra, your friendship means more to me than silver & gold. Love, Deion, #21"

Back atchya, Fish. I'll come looking for you in Heaven's Bar.
~

Fish always colored outside the lines. He was an incredible example of non-comformity. From playing golf barefoot to his transportation preferences, nobody was more individualistic than the Fish man.
We once saw him at a Ross Avenue bus stop in the middle of a driving rain storm. He had no cover. Didn't want any. He was standing in the rain, barefooted, soaked and getting wetter every second. We opened the car door and said, "Fish! Get in and we'll take you where you need to go."
"No,...

Working with Fish at Louie's was an experience I will always remember. I regret I had not seen him in a long time, but always smiled when I heard his name.