News of someone’s passing seems to come up every day. None of us will live forever. My mind wanders a bit each day, and the news of an old colleague, friend, ally, brother, or amigo passing away snaps me back to reality.
The name George brings to mind my dad, brother, and George Costa. I met George at my first TU meeting. TU members can be divided into three groups: those who proudly display their TU stickers on their cars, those who attend meetings for social reasons, and those like George—people who talk the talk and walk the walk. George was friendly, warm-hearted, and dedicated to uniting people in a common cause.
I moved away and became less active in TU, but I still miss the monthly Red Quill, George’s passion project. Despite his sometimes misguided efforts, George was always honest, and his results were never bad. Throughout his life, George was an honest man. He spent countless hours documenting our chapters’ history through his photographs and nights at town hall meetings, collaborating with the town and DEC to bring stalled projects to fruition.
Thank you, George, for your time, the young people you mentored, and your efforts to recruit new leadership in our chapter. We have a picture of George hanging in our home office, showing someone how to cast a fly rod.
Tight lines
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