Gary and I grew up together as next door neighbors. He was my best friend for much of my life. Our parents were best friends as well so we often vacations with the Metcalfs/ Gary was alway a wild and crazy kind of guy, whether it was driving up Grand Ave with a donkey in the front seat of his convertable or sky diving that ultimately took his life On one dive he jumped from the plane completely naked. I would guess that may have been painful and the cold at higher altitudes would have contributed to the shrinkage factor. I joined Gary in Australia for a couple of weeks. He was working at the American Embassy and lived with three beautiful youung Sheilas. It was a very memorable time. For those that were at his funeral, we sent him out in style. All of the pall bearers were completely smashed and we almost dropped the casket. I apoligize to his mom and she smiled and said this is the say Gary would have wanted us to bid him farewell.
Gary and I were pretty much casual friends, but we had a personal somber exchange on one afternoon in February of 1977. We met in a hallway at Spencer Municipal Hospital. My mother was there, dying of emphysema, and Gary's father was there dying of cancer. We sat in chairs in the hallway talking about some of the good times we had had with our parents when we were younger, and how we would miss them when they were gone. Our conversation didn't last more than fifteen or twenty minutes, but the feelings ran deep, and the memories remain. Gary died on March 28, 1984. I sincerely hope you have Rested In Peace, Friend.
Gregory Andersen
Gary and I grew up together as next door neighbors. He was my best friend for much of my life. Our parents were best friends as well so we often vacations with the Metcalfs/ Gary was alway a wild and crazy kind of guy, whether it was driving up Grand Ave with a donkey in the front seat of his convertable or sky diving that ultimately took his life On one dive he jumped from the plane completely naked. I would guess that may have been painful and the cold at higher altitudes would have contributed to the shrinkage factor. I joined Gary in Australia for a couple of weeks. He was working at the American Embassy and lived with three beautiful youung Sheilas. It was a very memorable time. For those that were at his funeral, we sent him out in style. All of the pall bearers were completely smashed and we almost dropped the casket. I apoligize to his mom and she smiled and said this is the say Gary would have wanted us to bid him farewell.
Bill Griggs
Gary and I were pretty much casual friends, but we had a personal somber exchange on one afternoon in February of 1977. We met in a hallway at Spencer Municipal Hospital. My mother was there, dying of emphysema, and Gary's father was there dying of cancer. We sat in chairs in the hallway talking about some of the good times we had had with our parents when we were younger, and how we would miss them when they were gone. Our conversation didn't last more than fifteen or twenty minutes, but the feelings ran deep, and the memories remain. Gary died on March 28, 1984. I sincerely hope you have Rested In Peace, Friend.