He also had a self-built bunker down by a creek on the road we called Dead Man's Curve, with a sign that literally said "Everett's Bunker U.S.A.". Sometimes when Alan and I were cruising around town we would drive by this bunker. One fateful night we drove by and I rolled down the window and yelled "Make me a love potion, Everett!" I think I freaked Alan out a bit. But overall he found it funny. After that night everytime we drove by Everett's Bunker I yelled some other stupid thing. And anytime I'm visiting Overton I (and sometimes Al if we're both home at the same time) drive by and yell something new. Except the last time I tried the road was closed.
I don't know if he was ever down there when we would drive by but I always hoped he heard me.
