I drove into my parking garage one day only to learn, sadly, that the gentleman who managed the day shift had passed away suddenly over the weekend. The crew was in shock and so were many of us regulars.
George was a decent human being, the epitome of someone who put everything he had into doing things correctly and well. He wasn't a big shot. In the New York masses he was just another guy who went to work every day and put everything he had into making his garage better than the rest. He was outgoing with a ready smile and a positive view of life. How could you not like him and respect him?
George's guys also told me he left behind a wife who spoke little English and an adult daughter, both of whom were devastated. Entirely by coincidence, I had taken pictures of George and some of his people just a few weeks earlier, not sure what I would do with them. So when I went to the office I created this poster the guys could put up in the garage where patrons could see it, learn what happened, and maybe offer condolences to his family. It was the least I could do
It's a good idea to thank good people just for being who they are whenever you can. Someday it may be too late.
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