Hobart "Rye" Van Deusen

Rye, my friend, where did you go? Are you out looking for new rocks? How old is this one and what did you find? I bet you can´t wait to show me on our next hike together. I´ll miss that. Where did you go? I thought I would find you bobbing in the waves, paddle in hand, grinning ear to ear with all the fish swimming about. But I can´t see you now. Maybe you´ve gone over the horizon, deep in the warm turquoise, where the water meets the sky and the Caribbean sun goes to sleep. I...

Rye, my friend, where did you go? Are you out looking for new rocks? How old is this one and what did you find? I bet you can´t wait to show me on our next hike together. I´ll miss that. Where did you go? I thought I would find you bobbing in the waves, paddle in hand, grinning ear to ear with all the fish swimming about. But I can´t see you now. Maybe you´ve gone over the horizon, deep in the warm turquoise, where the water meets the sky and the Caribbean sun goes to sleep. I...

You could not help but smile when in the company of Rye. His smile and easygoing attitude were contagious. He was the sweetest most positive person. He always had a great tip to share. I cannot begin to explain how much I will miss him and the positivity he shared.

One could not imagine a nicer man than Rye. Seeing him always put a smile on one's face. He knew a great many things and was always more than willing to share that knowledge with others. His quirky sense of humor and great heart will be sorely missed by his co-workers at Con Edison.