I raised a glass last night to remember my friend George Steele, who I met while working at the old Star-Bulletin.
George died on March 13, 2003.
George had been a reporter, later a copy editor. He was a photographer, a writer, a poet. A good guy.
I’ll lift a couple of items out of my 2003 post about George.
Last summer, just before his birthday, George shared this thought.
i love my life and i cringe as i see it drawing to an inevitiable 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.
Here’s to you, George.
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Amen. I, too, still miss George and remember his birthday and his passing, every year.
George and I were good friends. I was just telling a friend about him the other day, or trying to. I found it difficult to describe him. Those who knew him will understand.
Those days on the Star-Bulletin copy desk were a blast — George, Seth, Lois, Mark, Steve and a couple of others. We worked hard and had fun. Back then.
So good to know that others still think of him so fondly. Each year it’s hard to believe how long he’s been gone. I still smile as I think of him.
Hi there, I don’t know if this is still a valid site, but I’m a cousin of George. My name is Becky Patterson Robinson. His mom and my dad were brother and sister. I felt really sad when I found out he had passed. I’ve been out of touch with him for years, but I have many fond memories.