It’s the 10th anniversary of George Steele’s death. Anyone who was worked with George in the old Star-Bulletin, or in the newsroom of the Star-Advertiser, remembers George.
George was a copy editor at the Star-Bulletin when I knew him. He had been a reporter in West Virginia. He had also been a photographer, a poet. He had been a husband, although that persona didn’t take. He was quite a character. A walking sense of humor. A newsroom presence. A friend to a lot of people.
I’ll pirate from what I wrote in a prior year.
In the summer of 2002, just before his birthday, George shared this thought.
i love my life and i cringe as i see it drawing to an inevitable close. but i got a nice card from mary in west virginia. it’s a quote from the talmud:
“every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, ‘grow, grow.’”
And George responded to something I wrote with this thought:
“it takes courage to acknowledge that you miss another living being. i admire your courage.”
I don’t feel courageous now. Just sadder and a bit lonelier.
George’s death was hastened by alcohol, so it’s a bit weird to say that I’ll take a moment this evening to raise a glass in his memory. But I’ll say it, and do it, anyway.