George and I along with our whole group of friends shared so many fun times in High School, through college and beyond until we moved to North Carolina. "Gov" was a special individual.. he made every day spent with him a fun memory. I saw his Mom, Gloria, in the spring of 2007 when I was back in Metuchen and she is still, just a bit older, as she was when she let us party in their basement.. full of life and funny as hell.. just like George
I was looking through my 1965 Blue Letter and had actually forgotten what George had written when he signed my yearbook.. it cracked me up again after all these years "Cliff.. I love you, I love you.. I love you so well.. if I had a peanut I'd give you the shell." That's George.. always fun and a true buddy.
Gov was just special. He was one of the funniest people I have ever known. He could make the most mundane things seem utterly absurd, and bring us to tears of laughter.
His year book entry for what would come after graduation was classic Gov: "College or tuna fisherman".
It's been years, I still always smile when I think of him, and I miss him a lot.
George and I remained friends throughout his life. He came out to Louisville to my wedding, and we went to his in New Jersey--a really splendid, classy affair; there is value in waiting until one is an adult to marry. Alas, George enjoyed his new life with Margaret and his infant daughter Anna Marie all too briefly. He was working at his home outside Knoxville, Tennessee, tending to his daughter, when he suddenly died of a brain aneurysm.
George and I shared many wonderful times, fishing on Lake Farrington in New Jersey and hiking in the White Mountains. His death was a big shock.
I first met George when, asking classmates to sign my Franklin School 8th grade yearbook, I was told about this wild and crazy guy who signed everyone's yearbook "Love, George". Sure enough, when I presented this total stranger with my yearbook, he signed it "Love, George."
I don't claim to have been one of George's best friends, but we were friends throughout high school, and re-connected when I owned Metuchen Book Shop (1983-1994). We stayed in touch throughout those years, with the two sides of George always being present- extremely intelligent, but with a supreme ability to recognize and comment on the absurdity of life. Even driving me home from work occasionally, the two sides of George were always evident. In the front seat were George and I, seriously discussing the nature of existence, while the backseat was filled with the leftovers of life-various food wrappers, dirty clothes, books partially read, etc. I mentioned the curious nature of the backseat to George once, and after a brief glance he said he seldom looked back there.
Constance Thornall (Hope)
George died about 10 years ago of an aneurism.Cliff Breen
George and I along with our whole group of friends shared so many fun times in High School, through college and beyond until we moved to North Carolina. "Gov" was a special individual.. he made every day spent with him a fun memory. I saw his Mom, Gloria, in the spring of 2007 when I was back in Metuchen and she is still, just a bit older, as she was when she let us party in their basement.. full of life and funny as hell.. just like GeorgeCliff Breen
I was looking through my 1965 Blue Letter and had actually forgotten what George had written when he signed my yearbook.. it cracked me up again after all these years "Cliff.. I love you, I love you.. I love you so well.. if I had a peanut I'd give you the shell." That's George.. always fun and a true buddy.Tom Cheche
Gov was just special. He was one of the funniest people I have ever known. He could make the most mundane things seem utterly absurd, and bring us to tears of laughter.His year book entry for what would come after graduation was classic Gov: "College or tuna fisherman".
It's been years, I still always smile when I think of him, and I miss him a lot.
Ron Mikulak
George and I remained friends throughout his life. He came out to Louisville to my wedding, and we went to his in New Jersey--a really splendid, classy affair; there is value in waiting until one is an adult to marry. Alas, George enjoyed his new life with Margaret and his infant daughter Anna Marie all too briefly. He was working at his home outside Knoxville, Tennessee, tending to his daughter, when he suddenly died of a brain aneurysm.George and I shared many wonderful times, fishing on Lake Farrington in New Jersey and hiking in the White Mountains. His death was a big shock.
Byron Sondergard
I first met George when, asking classmates to sign my Franklin School 8th grade yearbook, I was told about this wild and crazy guy who signed everyone's yearbook "Love, George". Sure enough, when I presented this total stranger with my yearbook, he signed it "Love, George."I don't claim to have been one of George's best friends, but we were friends throughout high school, and re-connected when I owned Metuchen Book Shop (1983-1994).
We stayed in touch throughout those years, with the two sides of George always being present- extremely intelligent, but with a supreme ability to recognize and comment on the absurdity of life. Even driving me home from work occasionally, the two sides of George were always evident. In the front seat were George and I, seriously discussing the nature of existence, while the backseat was filled with the leftovers of life-various food wrappers, dirty clothes, books partially read, etc. I mentioned the curious nature of the backseat to George once, and after a brief glance he said he seldom looked back there.