RIP Arthur Goins
I have absolutely no idea how to start this. I just found out tonight that my best friend from my days in Bremerhaven, Germany, has moved on to a better place. And I’m speechless, still in shock and really, just sad.
When my dad was stationed at Carl Schurz Kaserne, I became friends with Arthur Goins and have no idea how it happened. But it didn’t take for us to become best friends. People thought we were brothers. We wore our Starter jackets. We both had crushes on the same girls. We were inseparable. We have memories that together that would fill up a book from the Heide Park fight with the Turkish kids to shoplifting at Columbus Center. When we both moved back to Fayetteville, we lived together in my parents’ house when they were in Augusta, Georgia.
We worked together on the graveyard shift at Winn Dixie and were together virtually 24 hours a day. I just got off the phone with Damon and we reminisced about the Fayetteville days, the crazy things we did, the moments we had had that aren’t fit to print. I hang out at Goins Drive in Fayetteville, named after their family. We experienced experiences that I’d had to plead the fifth on.
When I got into trouble, Arthur looked after me, fighting my battles even when I felt like I could handle it myself.
I remember one morning when we lived together when i drank the only Mountain Dew in the refrigerator. When he woke up and saw his Mountain Dew gone, he went ballistic saying he always drank Mountain Dew in the morning. That’s one of the reasons Mountain Dew became my favorite [and only] drink of choice.
Another time in Germany Arthur’s baseball cap fell into a small canal near Columbus Center. He rolled up his pants legs and went into the water to retrieve it but underestimated the depth of the water and fell in neck deep. He got the cap but his clothes were soaking wet so we ran through the mall getting him new clothes. For free.
Whenever someone would pick on me, be it in Germany or in Fayetteville, Arthur made it his mission to defend me. I have war stories for days about the stuff we went through from the Turks at the German-American Volksfest to Heide Park which is one of my favorite stories which I don’t feel like talking about right now.
I remember when I liked this girl back in Fayetteville that had a thing for Arthur. She stayed the night once at the pad and when I woke up and saw her still there, I didn’t even get jealous because Arthur was my best friend.
Anyone who knew me in Bremerhaven, OAHS or Fayetteville knows I looked up to and aspired to be Arthur. Arthur has moved on to the afterlife, and I extend my condolences to his family, who are an extension of who I am today.
RIP Arthur Goins and than you for helping shape who I am today.
For those who didn’t have the honor to have met Arthur, here’s a picture I jacked from Tanja’s Facebook page: