Gary was a spray of impish, infectious joy in my life -- and I'm sure in the lives of so many others he touched. Reflecting on our experiences together -- as I have so many times in the intervening years -- I can't help but smile at all the sometimes-poignant, sometimes-downright-goofy exeriences and emotions we shared.
Among the many things for which I will forever remain in Gary's debt is his arrangement of my first date with Debbie, my wife of 35 years. Gary turned 16 before I did, and when he first got his driver's license his father would not let him drive on the highway alone. This hampered his relationship with a girl in Holyoke, Mass, so Gary cajoled me into a double date with her next-door neighbor. In trademark fashion, he waited until we had rung her parents' doorbell to ask, "Did I happen to mention that she's in junior high school?" That was 45 years ago, and I've been smiling about it ever since.
Gary was a genuine original. We should live our lives with his example, and his memory, in our hearts.