One of my and my father's fondest memories of George was him trying to learn to water ski. Daddy took George and his first wife boating with Mother and me one day up to Clear Lake. After I had skiied, George said he would like to learn how. So we put the ski vest on him (it gapped by at least 4" across his chest) and George jumped into the lake; we tossed the skis to him and he tried and tried and tried to put them on -- to no avail. So, Daddy finally suggested that he get back into the boat so we could figure out what the problem was. As George was swimming to the boat, Beverly casually said, "You know, Bob, George doesn't swim a stroke." Daddy about had a heart attack!! He couldn't get him back in the boat fast enough!
I will miss his smile, his laugh, and that can-do attitude!