I found out about his diagnosis about six months ago from a mutual friend. We worked together on LI and in Hartford and became great friends. I hadn’t talked to him in many years, but I called him, we reconnected, and the years fell away.
Subsequently he visited many friends around the country – a farewell tour, as it turns out – and we spent a wonderful day together. Even though George had not been central in my life for some time, his passing leaves a big hole. I thought of the line in James Taylor’s “Fire and Rain”: “…but I always thought I’d see you again.”
Typical GTM: When he showed up on our doorstep, I told him (truthfully) that he looked great. He gave me a big smile, that trademark **** of the head, and said, “Of course.”
Only George could pull that off.