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Burgess, Dewey C.
July 21, 2006

Dewey C. Burgess 80, of Indianapolis, died July 19, 2006. Dewey was a member of the Teamsters Local #716 and retired from Central Rubber and Supply Company as a truck driver. Dewey's true passion was for auto racing. Dewey and his wife Thelma, were a constant at The Speedrome for over 50 years serving as the pit register and pit gate operator. Dewey and Thelma were inducted into the Speedrome Hall of Fame and to this day are the only husband and wife to do so. Dewey was preceded in death by his wife Thelma. He is survived by his daughters LaVerne (Jim) Henderson, Evelyn (Don) Ent, Beverly Spears, brother Ben Burgess, 4 grandchildren, 7 great grandchildren and several nieces and nephews. Funeral services will be held Saturday at 12 noon at Flanner & Buchanan Funeral Center- Decatur, with calling Friday 3-8 p.m. at the funeral center. Burial will follow the services in Floral Park Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made in Dewey's memory to Kyle Petty's Victory Junction Gang, 4500 Adams Way, Randleman, NC 27317. www.flannerbuchanan.com
If you're like me, you have friends of many sorts. Rich, poor, black white, gay , straight, old and young. It's a beautiful thing to get to know so many different lives in such the short time that you're here on this beautiful earth.

An older friend of mine has passed by the name of Dewey. Now, anyone who would have seen us talking would have said we were the oddest couple of people in this world. He being a short old white guy, and me being the oppisite. Never did I see him as the short old white guy, nor did he see me a the big black young fella. We were just two people on a journey called life and we swapped stories. He was a great man filled with a Zest for life and a sense of humor that would make even a sailor blush. Dewey was someone that could always put a smile on your face even when he was give you a sly insult. One such example is that everytime he would see me, he would grab my left hand and look at my ring finger. The reply always followed " I knew no body was gonna have you" . God rest his soul and may he find the great beyond as great as he made this world great for me. You'll be missed Dewey. By the way old friend, I want you to be there when someone will have me. You'll be in my thoughts at that very moment.

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