Let us not forget George's years as a teacher in the 1960's at Ann Arbor's Forsythe Jr. High School, where many of us delighted in his "tough love", no-nonsense approach to teaching. We valued him as a colleague and a great raconteur.
One of his best stories: Left alone one Saturday afternoon with his toddler still in diapers, the need for immediate attention became odiously obvious. Only momentarily discombobulated by his inexperience (typical father of the '60's) it didn't take George long to "engineer" a solution. Grabbing a clean diaper, babe in arms, he headed for the laundry sink, unfastened the offender, dropped it in a bag, and picked up the laundry hose. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he concluded, "I hosed her down! Nothing to it."
That's the man I remember. He made good light in this world. Now he's off on a new adventure. Happy gardening, George.