I first met George in 1982 on the beach at Sportsmans Pier. He was a stunning man and had my attention immediately! He was reading a book titled Surgery of the Hand. I was a Respiratory Care Practitioner and we found we had a mutual friend in Carol Varga. After meeting on the beach we were together every day for the remainder of his vacation. He had returned to NC after having worked in the ER there for a short while. We enjoyed ‘working out’ with the new Nautilus machines as well a jogging and good food and art and more. I joined him in NY for brief time. We wined and dined. Spent days at MOMA and Guggenheim and all the fun spots. I will always think of him whenever I see a Bird of paradise flower. He bought me one from a street vendor in NY. Also he tried to introduce me to sushi… but I could not eat it and was mortified to spit it out in his trash can. I came to back to NC and we drifted apart. I wish I could have helped take care of him in his last days. I would have loved to help him laugh and make things easier for him. I will always remember him at his best with a dazzling smile and twinkle in his eyes the night he ate a whole steamed shrimp shell, legs and all. I don’t know how he crunched it so easily while laughing at my shock! Never a dull moment with George! He knew how to live!