Rest in Peace, we will always carry you in our hearts, you were very special in our lives! Great friend of my parents and example to follow mine! Always your smile in my memory. For your children, your family and Patricia my condolences. With love April!

Trey Childers arrived to work one morning in 2006 in a quiet mood.  He been to the superestacion to get a Daily Journal had stopped at the Panaderia La Perla to get a coffee and visit with the the morning gang.  He had left his truck unlocked and  Faulkner had quietly climbed aboard and hidden in the back seat and covered up with a big beach towel. When he had been rolling a few hundred yards or so to the next red light, John grapped his seat belt from behind and poked a finger into his ribs extorting "MANOS ARRIBA".  Poor Trey dreched himself with coffee and saw his life flash before his eyes.   To his relief  a few moments later after identifying the culprit and relizing that this was not his day to be left naked on the side of the road with no car in the nearby monte and they both had a good chuckle over the prank.  

John Faulkner was gold plated character, part of the local scenery and certainly a key player in the US Expat -Venezuela lore of the 80 and 90's in Anaco.  
Bon Voyage amigo.  You left us plenty of good tales. 
Saludos, - Hal - 

I met John in Anaco. He was always smiling, laughing and filled a room with his personality and wit. He had a way of making you feel as if your were friends for life within minutes.

The other thing I remeber from that day was his darn weed belt buckle. Weighed half as much as he did and he knew everyone noticed it, and yet ignored and enjoyed know it was creating an effect. That night later on, he asked me if I had noticed it in an off the cuff way, and what I though. to which my answer was, yes I see it, and remind me to never go thru US customs together. He had the biggest laugh and riffed jokes of that for over 15 minutes leaving us all in stitches.
Fun, helpful, generous and bigger than life. A good friend.