Wednesday, November 23, 2016
George and I are only 2 years apart, so we were close and he was more than a brother to me, he was a good friend. As kids we played together, slept in the same room together, got in trouble together, and hung out together in the ole Disco days. I was in Vietnam and he got orders to go there also. When I told him that 2 brothers did not have to be there together, he said, "I want to fight those Viet Cong with you". George loved fast cars, his music and of course eating, and all that was taken away from him by the complications of his Parkinsons. His life was cut short, my time with him was cut short, and I am going to miss him tremendously. I love you, my brother, my friend.
