[Congressional Record Volume 169, Number 143 (Wednesday, September 6, 2023)]
[Senate]
[Pages S4215-S4217]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]



                        Remembering Keith Stokes

  Mr. COTTON. Mr. President, I rise today to honor Keith Stokes, a dear 
friend, a beloved Arkansan, and a trusted aide.
  On August 18, Keith tragically passed away from a heart attack at age 
59. He is in our prayers, along with the entire Stokes family, 
especially his wife Julie and his children Chip and Abbey.
  Keith wasn't only a colleague, though; he was a close family friend. 
The Cottons lived just up the road from the Stokeses in Yell County. 
Julie and my mother worked together in middle school for years. Keith 
was a pillar of the Dardanelle community, from the

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school board to the hospital board, to mentoring young athletes, to 
cooking meals for teachers, charities, and even the Sand Lizard 
football press box, my father included.
  A year into my term in the Senate, I heard that Keith was looking for 
a new job. I jumped at the opportunity to hire him as an agricultural 
adviser. I knew how much Keith cared about Arkansas farmers, foresters, 
and ranchers. It was one of the best decisions I made as a Senator.
  Keith understood the Arkansans who lace up their boots in the morning 
and work with their hands, who aren't afraid to get dirty to get the 
job done--the men and women who shower at the end of the day, not at 
the beginning of it. He understood them because he was one of them. He 
lived on a farm. He worked in the pork and forestry industry for years, 
and he cultivated an encyclopedic knowledge of everything, from the 
crops in the fields to the beetles in the forest, to animals in the 
hunting season. He knew everything about Arkansas, from the soil to the 
people.
  Keith could go into a town and within hours learn what was worrying 
the farmers at the feed store and exciting the cattlemen at the sale 
barn.
  He had a way of making everyone he met feel important. Even if he was 
just getting a quick breakfast in a diner, he made sure to say 
something nice to the waitress and make the person behind the counter 
laugh. Keith knew kindness cost nothing, but its value is priceless.
  He was often the smartest man in the room, even if he didn't admit it 
and usually tried to conceal it. He never bragged or drew attention 
from others. He was always eager to listen and give credit.
  Ronald Reagan had a famous small plaque on his desk in the Oval 
Office that read:

       There is no limit to what a man can do or where he can go 
     if he doesn't mind who gets the credit.

  Few live by that creed. Keith embodied it.
  Keith was a trusted adviser and a steady hand during difficult times. 
At 59, he was a bit older than most congressional aides, but his extra 
years of experience were on full display when it was needed most. He 
navigated the high-stress situations with poise, humor, and calmness.
  When a tornado devastated the town of Wynne this spring, Keith was 
among the first people on the ground. He remained in constant 
communication with the mayor and other State and local officials. 
Anytime someone had a question about whom to contact or what was going 
on or what the locals needed, we knew that we could just ask Keith.
  He was great at his job. But that wasn't the most important thing 
about Keith or the people who worked with him. To work with Keith was 
like being adopted into the Stokes family. Some aides got a second 
father while others got a fifth grandparent.
  Keith's coworkers would often get a text message in the morning from 
Keith just checking in, saying hello. If you didn't reply, you could be 
sure that he would follow up quickly, and the same thing if you were 
traveling overseas.
  Each year, my aides crossed the State to have a Christmas party, and 
each year Keith would insist on barbecuing for the whole office, and 
each year he would cook too much and end up feeding much of the rest of 
the building too.

  During COVID, one of Keith's coworkers had to cancel a planned 
wedding shower. As he drove across the State, he stopped for what he 
thought was an impromptu visit, only to find Keith organized a surprise 
wedding shower.
  And for every parent in our office, Keith would get their kids' sizes 
and begin a one-man recruitment campaign to make them fans of the 
University of Arkansas. Many Razorback onesies, hats, and shirts made 
their way through our offices.
  When one coworker lost her father and mentioned that she would miss 
talking to him on the phone each day, Keith began to call her every 
day, even on weekends. He only missed one call in 3 years. And when she 
was stuck in an ice storm without water and couldn't drive her car, 
Keith drove over 2 hours at night in the bad weather to deliver water 
and a smile.
  When another coworker tragically lost a child, Keith was there in 
that time of loss to provide comfort and prayers.
  When asked to describe Keith, his coworkers used words like 
``humble,'' ``honest,'' ``loving,'' ``caring,'' ``professional,'' 
``God-fearing,'' and ``gentleman.'' One put it well when she said:

       They don't make them like Keith any more.

  There is a reason that, when Senate staffers came to Arkansas to 
visit, they fought over who would get to ride in the car with Keith.
  While his coworkers knew Keith as a beloved friend and colleague, 
most Arkansans knew Keith as the guy who raised Tusk. For those who 
don't know--and you all should; let's be honest--Tusk is the live 
mascot of the University of Arkansas. Other universities have easy, 
safe, cuddly mascots to raise, like the Oregon Beavers or the Georgia 
Bulldogs or the Minnesota Gophers--not Arkansas and not Keith. We have 
a razorback, a 300-pound wild boar with giant tusks and a well-deserved 
reputation for a bad attitude.
  For that reason, the University of Arkansas had long settled for a, 
frankly, embarrassing little pig as a live mascot, which traveled to 
games on a small trailer with little fanfare. But about 25 years ago, 
some former University of Arkansas football players decided to get a 
real live razorback mascot. They turned to Keith, who had experience 
working hogs. They also asked for his help designing a large and 
impressive trailer so the new mascot could travel in style.
  Keith took on the challenge with his usual enthusiasm, determination, 
and positive attitude. Ever since, Keith and his family have raised 
Tusk I through Tusk V, and I doubt any animals have ever been better 
treated or trained.
  Keith devoted thousands of hours of his time to domesticate the Tusks 
so they could travel and safely interact with fans. Keith would have 
Tusk follow him around everywhere on the farm and even raised a baby 
razorback in his home to acclimate it to human company.
  Keith was such a good handler that young fans could safely feed 
grapes to these giant boars. Risk takers could put an apple in their 
teeth, and Tusk would gently take it from their mouth--at risk, though, 
of getting some slobber on them.
  Keith and Tusk became celebrities in our State. Arkansans from every 
walk of life enjoyed seeing Keith's truck and giant trailer with the 
Razorback logo and Tusk riding in the back.
  The Stokes family saw it as their responsibility to the State to take 
care of Arkansas' prized mascot. Keith selflessly gave his time to 
Razorback fans, patiently answering their questions about Tusk, letting 
them play with Tusk, even handing out Tusk autographs.
  If Keith heard you hadn't attended a Razorback game, well, he got you 
tickets. If he heard your kid had outgrown the last Razorback shirt he 
sent, a replacement would soon be on the way.
  He showed the same kindness and generosity to strangers. When he 
heard that a young fan with Down syndrome was also a fan of Tusk, Keith 
went out of his way to be sure that he got to pet and feed Tusk.
  One former Arkansas football player said ``Keith Stokes was Tusk'' 
and that Keith gave as much to the Razorbacks as any player or coach.
  But as much as Keith loved his friends, our State, and the Arkansas 
Razorbacks, he loved his family most of all. Keith and Julie were 
inseparable and brightened each other's lives for 39 wonderful years of 
marriage. He was always so proud of his son Chip and his daughter 
Abbey. He joyfully welcomed his daughter-in-law Lori and son-in-law 
Tanner to the Stokes family. He walked Abbey down the aisle just this 
summer. And, of course, he adored his grandchildren Colt and Caroline, 
who called him George. He loved them all dearly, and they all loved 
him.
  Keith was a truly extraordinary man. It is hard to believe that he 
had time to do all the things he did. Few people who lead full and long 
lives do as much good and spread as much joy as Keith Stokes did in his 
too-short 59 years with us.
  I do have to say that Keith wasn't always right. One of his common 
jokes was that only six people would show up

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for his funeral, and they would all be the pallbearers. Well, I was 
there, and, boy, was he wrong. It wasn't just six or a dozen or 
hundreds. More than 1,200 people came to mourn Keith's loss and pay 
their respects to his family.
  And Keith departed the funeral as he would have wanted. Instead of a 
traditional hearse, Keith's bright ``Arkansas red'' casket rested in 
the bed of the truck he used to transport Tusk. Attendees were 
encouraged to wear red and, in accordance with his wishes, the Arkansas 
fight song took him to his final resting place. Keith's final act was, 
once again, to add a small smile to his friends' and family's faces, 
even in the depths of their sadness.
  I was blessed to know Keith, and I know he is looking down from 
Heaven right now, blushing from all the attention. But he deserves it, 
and his family and friends down here deeply miss him.
  I yield the floor.
  The PRESIDING OFFICER. The Senator from Kansas.
  Mr. MORAN. Mr. President, I ask unanimous consent to complete my 
remarks prior to the scheduled rollcall vote.
  The PRESIDING OFFICER. Without objection, it is so ordered.