He was born Otho Winton Edwards III. Before he left the hospital his family called him Bobo.
Otho Winton Edwards Sr. and Jr. had already established a place in Gadsden County history with the former being a sheriff in the county and the latter, affectionally called "Gobbler," being well known in area circles.
Bo, as a lot of us called him, was certainly going to make it an Edwards’ trifecta.
He had that “somewhere-in-this-world-there-is-fun-going-on” smile on his face, and a “we're-going-to-find-that-fun” gleam in his eye.
That took him through high school, a service stint, a time at the University of Florida, TCC, and FSU, where he got an accounting degree.
It certainly helped him in his career that included being a CPA, a tavern owner, a cattleman, a car-wash owner, a sod farmer, a medicine entrepreneur, and a restaurant businessman.
It also helped him and all of us who knew him. Because it didn't matter if you were an old friend or a new aquaintance, he made you feel like you belonged on his ride.
I first knew Bo when he played football at Shanks. He was a small but tough player like several others on that 1969 team.
I didn't really know him, though, until he settled into being a CPA with Dooner, Edwards and Fletcher. Not only did he become my tax man, he also became a great volunteer coach in Quincy’s recreation department activities.
We became good social friends like most everyone that knew him did, following our beloved Gators and finding ourselves in unusual spots like sitting at a Jim Valvano press conference after a North Carolina State - Florida State basketball game.
Bo and I looked around and no one was left in the room but Valvano, Bo, and me. Valvano still talked for at least thirty more minutes. Bo and I have laughed about that for many years since it happened.
There's a lot of people that have spent many minutes laughing with Bo. There will be a lot more smiles brought to faces by the memories of Bo, who lost his fight with cancer last Friday night.
The battle with cancer was hard-fought due to Bo’s wherewithal, the love of his family, and the outpouring of his friends.
I can tell his mom BJ, his sisters Suzanne and Betsy, his wife Mary Howard, his son Brian, his daughter Becca, grandchildren Wyatt and Lovie Jane that Bo really didn't lose, because he left behind a lot of winners.
And those winners are us because Bo/Grandbo allowed those who came in contact with him to be a part of him as he searched for that place where the fun was happening.