Damn this is a huge loss. Gary was a big man with a big personality, yet also soft-spoken and mild-mannered. Epic moustache, epic ponytail (did I ever see it unfurled?). Every year he was in charge of 60+ load organizers at the World Freefall Convention, which was a monumental task, but he did it with maximum efficiency and little drama.
He did not play a part in my first becoming an LO at WFFC, I have DJan Stewart and my friends David “Duk” Miller and Todd Jacobson (RIP) to thank for that. However, once I earned my hat, Gary was my biggest advocate and supporter, even when a jilted lover from a previous year caused a ruckus at tent #1. His speech was basically “pick less psycho women, or keep it in your pants”...haha, the good old days.
He was a big dude, not fat, not a bodybuilder, just big. A barrel chest and big trunk. Huge calves. When I first met him, I think he was jumping a Man-o-War 320, and his Vector was so big it looked like a tandem rig. He liked being safe and was in no hurry to get down.
He enjoyed working with students and newer jumpers, and he had many other interests. He was a genius-level computer programmer, an accomplished musician, and a budding scientist with a focus on (what else) aerodynamics. Oh yeah, and he was on USPA’s BOD for more than a quarter century. Not bad, eh?
I had not seen much of him since the convention disbanded, and I am very thankful that I had a 30 minute conversation with him at last year’s nationals in Chicagoland. We reminisced about the glory days, then I let him vent about his current gripes with USPA, of which there were many. Same ol’ Gary...I’m gonna miss him...sigh. BSBD my friend...