John Edward McIntyre II
1932 - 2021
It's with wet cheeks, and a wry smile, that we share the passing of John Edward McIntyre II. Windsurfer, cyclist, camper, rocket scientist, wise-cracking, poet, skydiver, marathoner, from grandson to great grandfather, patriarch, author, pilot, teacher, professor, democrat, inventor, boxer, doctor, veteran, latter-day boyfriend cover a fraction of the things he was to those who loved him. The universe is a quieter place in the absence of his laughter, although his echoes in the mechanisms his family aspires to carry forward. Born August 10th, 1932 to John Sr. and Grandma Mickey Mouse, the second of three children. Elder sister, Betty Ann, and his younger brother Robin. Depression era youth, an altar boy with a newspaper route, fond of the Brooklyn Dodgers, he attended Queens College. There, his interest in pool and beer superseded Spanish studies until confronted by the Dean, "McIntyre you've been dropping classes your whole life." To the Army, he was trained at Fort Ord, California and stationed in Germany. He befriended Billy Taylor who, along with Cy and Artie, formed a group of lifelong friends. Billy, a dazzling boxer, impressed upon him that life was easier if you didn't screw off. With this lesson and others from Colonel Lychcomb, and trainer Joe D'Amico he exited the military with a respectable 1-1-2 boxing record, returning to his mother's Bayside home. Soon thereafter, local legend Mickey Marion presented him to the Queens College math department head. He quickly took to the complex world of numbers starting with a mathematics degree at Queens College, a Master's from Colombia and a PHD from Princeton. During this period, he met Joan Marie, a fellow mathematician from East Rockaway, so lovingly recalled by Betty Ann at the 50th anniversary as the maker of delicious sandwiches and essential company for boat trips on Long Island Sound. They eloped to the consternation of Joan's parents, setting off a running joke, bookended by Uncle Ralph's commemorative acceptance of John into the Wetterhahn family some 50 years later. Criss-crossing the continent, the couple launched careers in engineering while conceiving 5 children: John III, Tim, Steve, Rose and Kevin, while establishing traditions that grow with an expanding family that includes 10 grandchildren: Christin, Lauren, Jordan, Justin, Ryan, Marisa, Chase, Brendan, Cole and Judy. These traditions include a love affair with the wilderness, starting with a 1956 Heather Lake, Sequoia National Park horseback trip with friends Dory & Dick Reinhardt. Future years saw many trips with the Sierra Club, from Guaymas to Havasu, and a multitude of places in the Eastern High Sierras. This pursuit continues as the annual 4th of July camping trip to Aspen Hollow, Hume Lake. Going around the campfire, introducing ourselves, we hear fun references to being the lost McIntyre child from Jack, Julie, Dan and Dave, friends who trace their roots to Rossmoor, CA and the family home on the corner of Argyle Dr. The home was frequented by dear friends Vic Baddeley, Joyce & Alex Bloom, Jean & Frank Cauchon, Jeff & Joyce Roberts, and many others. Friday night McIntyres was busier than ever. Plenty of room for the cousins, and East Coasters looking west, so Fred Mannion, Dorothea Hackenburg, and manya Devlin came knocking. Professionally John hit his stride leaving Rockwell for Hughes Aircraft. On the job his co-workers characterized him as the go to math person in the new field of telecommunication satellites. Separately, his secretary described his running style as "One foot on the curb, one foot in the gutter". Numerous patents are directly attributed to him, and he was cited or thanked more than 25 times in other patents. Sowith the likes of Vic, Bill Derling, Steve Jurovicks, Joe Carrier, Bob Mandel, and John Smay, he worked and ran amongst the stars, those spacecrafts setting out in orbit, or to further galactic reaches, limited in functionality, fragile to all but perfect math. Once, he convinced operations to recalibrate a satellite's orientation toward the North Star rather than the tip of Cabo San Lucas due to the weather's effect on the multipass camera. The subsequent image, after a series of complicated maneuvers which left the camera now technically facing backwards, emerged somewhat flawless. "When Mikhail Gorbachev declared Glasnost, every aerospace engineer collectively stood up and said 'Shut that man up!" The cold war ended, and John retired comfortably in his late-50s. He stepped half-way out through a professorship at USC. "Mens sana in corpore sano (a sound mind in a sound body)" reads the entrance. Nothing new here. So after the sub 3-hour marathons, and after giving up the commute, he emerged as a man free to pursue anything else he might like. Off to the Caribbean with Smay to windsurf till his blistered hands, wrapped in duct tape, were barred from throwing craps in the local casino. Microwaved peanuts and cold beer, sharing tips on the perfect downwind jibe. The calendar was packed. Catalina's Buccaneer Days. With Joan to meet Ralph and Carol at Everest basecamp. Elephant rides through Thai jungles. Ireland to Prague, jumping out of planes with Tim, and always finding time to write loving cards. In 2010, after Joan succumbed to lung cancer, John's traditions became even more important. Cycling, rediscovered in the mid-90s, and having become a focal point around tours up and down the California coast, morphed into weekly rides. Occasional hundred milers to San Diego, to Laguna for a breakfast and back, Wednesday to Ruby's on the HB pier, over Alamitos Bay and around by the Queen Mary, before settling on Charlie's Chili. The 40-mile ride to Charlie's was perfect - down to Newport for a half-order of french toast ("Freedom Toast" Bob Jeffreys rejoiced), then maybe a little headwind before a right turn up the San Gabriel River and home. This Saturday ride featured a cast of characters: Jeffreys, Petway, Don and Roger Murray, the riotously unflappable Don Schultz, and occasionally even that hard-ass Smay. All strong riders. The swiftness of Joan's diagnosis and faster exit was not the type of "low blow" John would kid about. How to carry forward from here? Well, for starters, John's laughter rang out at a moment's notice. Even sad, he pulled fast ones, so best be on your toes. With family & friends around, bike rides, Hawaii trips, visits from the cousins, annual Sequoia campouts, etc. continued. With COVID the family drew even closer, each son, daughter, aunt, uncle, neighbor, friend, etc. that could quarantine enjoying a distanced version of the Charlie's ride, John's company & stories in the back yard, a shared meal or drink, always looking forward with optimism & a joy for life. Shortly after his 89th birthday the longest-lived McIntyre rode to Charlie's for the final time. Doomed by a blood infection, he peacefully passed October 1st, 2021. The bedside vigil that seemingly helped pull him through had returned to see him off and he was sung out to the likes of Everything's Alright, Bicycle Built for Two, Good God's Urge, and Unchained Melody. We miss you John, dad, grandpa.

Published by Orange County Register on Oct. 10, 2021.
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To the Family of Dr. John E. McIntyre II,

On behalf of the Administration, Faculty and Staff of Queens College, we would like to extend our heartfelt condolences to the all in the family.

May he Rest in Peace,

Anna Rossini
October 19, 2021
What a fantastic, heartfelt description of a wonderful man. Uncle John was always loving and considerate, intelligent and diligent in helping with issues, funny and honest. Give hugs and kisses to everyone - until we meet again.
Jack and Virginia Devlin
October 13, 2021
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