George L Geisler or Larry

Our friend Larry died yesterday.

When my wife and I moved to the USA in 1993, Larry was the President of the company my wife worked for, Larry helped us both getting to grips with the big apple. He took us to our first Yankee game ( they beat the Redsox, Yippee), and explained some of the mysteries of you lovely Americans, I am still a little confused about you all though.

Sad.

But happy at the same time, I am not one to sprout the usual things we all say when people die. So here are a few things I remember about Larry.

He came from Iowa, he mentioned it often and always with a smile.
A veteran of Vietnam, wounded and not one to talk about his time there.
Silly Putty, on his desk was a well used ball of the stuff.
Larry had one of those loud but soft voices, like a sonic boom that cheers you up.
He had a laugh that only god would give someone who knew how to use it.
Smoking, Smoking, Smoking. I think Marlboro stock went down when he quit.
He was also exceptionally proud of his son Larry Jr or I should say Dr Geisler.

There are a lot of people mourning Larry, but I look at it this way. Imagine life if you hadn't known him at all........
That would be even worse.

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