Thursday, November 11, 2004
I vividly remember the first time meeting Skip, I could not have been but 7 or 8 years of age. I remember the passion in which he spoke, and of all the amazing things he had seen and done. He spoke so literally on the owho's who" of aviation and "boy oh boy" did he have the pictures to show where he had been and who had accompanied him along the way. I remember him stinking up Ruth's kitchen preparing for his fellow Yankee buddy a divine meal of sautTed smelts. I immediately was enamored with Skip's charm, his flair for story telling, his unbridled charm and his loyalty to those he loved; not to mention those little fish he prepared with such zest I will miss Skip, his hearty laugh, his interesting stories and his warmth and friendship as a friend and as a Grand Father figure in my life. You will not be forgotten Skipper...
