Roger Skeffington has died, but lives on in our hearts and memory. He grew up on the streets of Brooklyn and Connecticut. An imaginary lion protected him from bullies. He enjoyed singing Doo-Wop with his friends on the back streets. Roger, along with Leroy, Danny, Pete, and Joey rolled on to the streets of Lawrence on their East Coast motorcycles in 1970. They rolled right into the beating hearts of every hippie girl in town. You know who you are. He was a proud ex-Marine and entrepreneur. He introduced Kansas to fresh lobster and oysters from his family home in New Foundland. He presided over Big Eat Staff meetings, as he was the only one that could make everyone shut up. Roger always met everyone with a smile, a laugh, and a good story. THEY WERE ALL TRUE. If he didn’t, you thought about it all day. We all missed you and wished you happiness when you ran away to Canada to marry your love, Marina. You are survived by your children, Lloyd and Slade, and many stepchildren. We collect family as we move through this life. We all love you.
Stebbie — mother of your children
You were that man that people remember meeting.