Obituary from Pittsburgh Tribune Review, Sept. 22, 2014 Athletic man filled his life with friends, fun Bucky Hamilton was never one to sit around doing nothing. "If it was a nice day, we were always doing something.  We rode his motorcycle, we rode bicycles.  He was an avid skier.  He had a boat and we water skied.  He just never quit," said his longtime girlfriend, Carol Kee. "Everything we did was a ball.  His life was fun." Alfred E. "Bucky" Hamilton III of Crafton Heights died in his home on Saturday, Sept. 20, 2014, of leukemia.  He was 70. Mr. Hamilton met Kee about six years ago in Atria's restaurant in Peters when they both were out with friends. "He said, 'You're with me,' and he was right.  I fell for him," Kee said.  "He was very, very athletic, just a solid mass of muscle, and an unbelievable athlete - and handsome." The pair attended several Steelers, Pirates and University of Pittsburgh games when they weren't on the ski slopes, in the rivers or on a bike. "He was always pushing it.  He loved that thrill.  Everything he did was at 90 mph," Kee said. Mr. Hamilton was the son of the late Anna Mae (Thoma) and Alfred Earl Hamilton, Jr. He grew up in Mt. Lebanon and graduated from high school there in 1962.  He later joined the Army Reserve.  Most of his working career consisted of working for Entertainment Books as a truck driver and helping develop the business.  But mostly he enjoyed spending time with friends and family. "In the summer we'd go down to Stonewall Jackson Lake in West Virginia with the boat, pitch a tent and spend a week there, Kee said.  "We'd have a party on the lake.  With him, it was always the more, the merrier." He bought and renovated an old elementary school on Obey Street in the 1990s, where he lived and rented out space. "He always used to say he was the headmaster of the Obey Street School," said his sister, Marcia Clark of Bethel Park.  "He had 400 people's phone numbers in his cell phone, and he could tell you what they all did.  He was very, very sociable." Mr. Hamilton is also survived by Kee's three children, Christopher, Jon and Elizabeth Kee; nephews, Brian and Rob Clark; and many cousins. Friends are welome to visit from 3 to 8 p.m. Monday in William Slater II Funeral Service, 1650 Greentree Road, Scott, Twp.  A funeral service will be held there at 7:30 p.m. Monday.

I am guessing many people don't know you spent time in the early 80s in Orlando as a principal partner and part-time bouncer at the largest nightclub in Orlando, J J Whispers. I remember when you stayed with us in St. Petersburg and we then drove to Orlando to see you at the club. What a hoot. Your life was so varied and adventuresome that most anybody would have welcomed the opportunity to have justa few of your many and varied experiences. From one motorcyclist to another ... you will truly be missed.

"Bucky"  Have you ever met another Bucky?  Plenty of Jim's, Bobbies, or John's, but never once, another Bucky.  If you never met him, but just heard his name, you had to guess he was going to be a one of a kind, and he lived up to that distinction all of his life.  Living away from the Pittsburgh area, I missed most of his after high school antics, but have lived vicariously through the stories and photos of Bucky from George.  Even 50+ years removed from the Mt. Lebo experience, he was and is a memorable icon of an era, always an impish smile, black leather jacket, engineer boots and on a motorcycle with a beautiful blond on the back.  The Fonz before the Fonz.  The first guy to tint his hair. While most of us wore Chino pants, penny loafers, and crew neck sweaters to go with our crew haircuts, not Bucky.  While I and many others strove to fit in and be well the "norm", Bucky seemed to revel in his anti-teen demonstration, and of course TOTALLY UNPREDICTABLE.  Who else would show up at a Friday night football game in a black braided wig, waving a Go Lebo Go placard? Bucky portrayed the bad boy image, not the tatooed gang members of today, but with a scary similar trait.  Why do beautiful girls and women seem to be attracted to Bad Boys, like moths to a flame?  I'm sure thousands of hours have been expended on Psychiatrist's Couches trying to figure that one out.  Whatever it is or was, Bucky had it, as evidenced by his dates at our reunions.  Usually blond and considerably younger, that seemed to be another signature of Bucky. Whether you knew Bucky well or not, he was an icon of our youth, an unforgetable character from our School Days at Mt. Lebo.  Close your eyes, remember the toothy grin, knowing that something unpredictable was about to happen.  I wish I had known Bucky better. Rest in Peace, your struggles are over.