I met George through my sister Margaret in the early 80’s. I was instantly intrigued by George’s wit and uniqueness. We became very close friends very quickly and then roommates.
One memory stands out among the others. I was always after George to do a “road trip” and one day I convinced him to do a trip to South Padre Island. We toured all the small border towns like Pharr and Weslaco. We stopped one morning in Pharr for breakfast. It was a small quaint little restaurant, the kind where you can see the chef through a small opening behind the counter. The person waiting on us didn’t speak English so we were forced to do some hand gestures to simulate flipping an egg over easy. The person nodded and then immediately you could hear the chef whisking the eggs….scrambled it was.
We made our way to South Padre Island and had a great time enjoying the sun and sand. One night we took my car out on the beach and cut some doughnuts. We had a few libations and then woke up in the car the next morning on the edge of the beach.
George was one of my oldest and dearest friends. He was a friend to our entire family and the brother I never had.
Rest In Peace Jorge.