Provider of Amusement
Edward DeSimone III always gave people a sore belly — either from laughing too hard or from eating too much of his calorie-celebrating cooking. "He was the sparkle in the drink," said his uncle, Peter Armenia.
The Cantor Fitzgerald offices would vibrate when Eddie D., the 10-Year-Guy (Mr. DeSimone was a vice president of the government bonds unit), would boom: "How ya' doin'?" Generous, yes; decorous, no: when Cantor Fitzgerald had a dress code, Mr. DeSimone, 36, of Middletown, N.J., wore a suit but padded around in his socks. He once pulled out a blowpipe and sent a spitball hurtling across the trading room.
Mr. DeSimone talked with eager speed. He could speak about his wife, Joanne, and children (Eddie IV and Stephanie), the Yankees, hockey tickets, where rates were headed, and recipes for risotto with shrimp — all in a catch-up conversation of five minutes.
Fun was best when shared, he believed. A fisherman and hunter, he delighted in introducing the outdoors to his family. And at dawn on occasional Sundays, he drove a half-dozen New Jersey guys to his former Brooklyn stomping grounds. There Mr. DeSimone would teach them to shop for fresh produce, mozzarella and bread, and taste deeply of life — as well as sausage and peppers — at 8 in the morning.
Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on Sunday, March 31, 2002.