October 2 is the first Saturday in October 2021. It is the traditional window of opportunity for the annual celebration that started as a way to memorialize Ted Brown a year after his passing in 2009. We gather as a random collection of former HBE employees. Anyone who has done time in the Big House on Olive Boulevard is welcome. As other colleagues passed (Jack Kennedy, Greg Beck, Ed Regelen, George Ryll, Clarence Steele, Glenn Seitz, Harolds Allen, Doug Adrian and John Paulaskis to name just a few) we began to rethink the annual event a bit. Yes, it is to be a memorial, but more importantly it is a way for alumni to gather and reflect. This year, our fearless leader, Fred S. Kummer passed away at age 92. I am certain his passing caught many by surprise since he always seemed invincible. The great man passes and he is memorialized each week in a unique celebration of HBE league golf on Thursday nights from May until the snow flies. Certainly, the Maestro is a part of conversations and reminiscences even now. (And often with smiles and laughter of recognition about circumstances and recollections.)
Alan Friedman, Paul Tchoukaleff, Jim Resnick, Jeff Boock, Jerry Ornellas, Greg Miles, Pete Conant, Mitch Miller (busy helping his son relocate in Saint Augustine, Florida for a new job at Flagler Hospital), Jerry Petry (vacation at Gulf Shores Alabama), Don Pickens, Bill Wagner, Tony Augustine Jim Moore, Suki Majesky (working at Shaeffer’s), Scott Florini (driving back from Ohio business trip), Steve Hunter, Kerry Deacon (family gathering in Chesterfield) and Bob Coleman were among those who might have shown up had the weather not seemed threatening or because of a schedule conflict.
Nevertheless several die-hard golfers enjoyed box lunches and waited for the skies to clear up and the rain to subside. Wes Morgan, Charlie Lee, George Robin, Fred Scott, Joe Voss and his brother Andy, Darryl Vandever, Dave Cox. A couple of special guests appeared as we were loitering around the clubhouse deck. Scott Menkes and Dave Gilroy (who was watching his son on the ice tending the goal). Frank Cipolla was on the phone from his place in Florida (The tradition continues).
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