Our most heartfelt condolences go out to Dee Dee, Cody, and George's extended family. He will be missed by many. George was a friend and mentor when I started practice in 1978. Riding the bus to the Bucs games in the early 80's was a local adventure. He introduced us to Steamboat, and we spent many great trips to "Tree Haus." The funniest afternoon I've ever spent was inside a tent in the pouring rain in Bhutan. George and his friends did non-stop jokes for hours while we sipped tea spiked with rum that had been bootlegged from the Indian Army. We experienced George's living on the edge later in Kashmir, when he dragged us up to a 17,000 foot pass after being stranded in a blizzard. India to the right, Pakistan to the left, prayer flags down the middle, a horse eating my lunch, and George laughing at us for being such a bunch of (you fill in the blank).
A man of few, but profound, words. An adventurer born in the wrong century. An inspiration.
Sally and Bill Croom