I had the misfortune, or pleasure, or honor . . . honestly not sure what to call it . . . of attending George Whitmore's Memorial Service this evening. He was the father of one of my best friends in life (she being a canoe trip member!). He was my divorce attorney. He was also a great wit, a huge personality, a brilliant mind, a lover of Airedale Terriers. And he died this week at age 73 which is really way too early considering.
Here's one of my favorite George stories. I find it hard to believe I wrote this six years ago, about an incident that occurred probably twice that long ago.
Now that is a funny story.
Posted by: Bruce Small | January 18, 2010 at 10:39 PM
That's a great story.
Posted by: bekah | January 19, 2010 at 01:29 PM