As I write this it’s hard for me to believe that I won’t experience your lively and uplifting personality again, John. You will be sorely missed. You and I had many great memories: cruises together, late night chats (sometimes with cigars, always with booze), having my first martini (it was terrible), ski trips, Thanksgiving turkeys, playing craps (HORN HIGH YO), playing blackjack (“You think I should hit on this?” “No, I don’t think you should”), cougars on steroids, and many more. I’ll just share my favorite one here.
Our ski trip together in Colorado at Copper Mountain. There was a huge amount of snow that fell the first day we got there. They were crazy and tough conditions, but also very fun. We went up our first lift and started coming down, but you had fallen in the deep snow and couldn’t get up. It was incredibly tough to get up, the second you put your hands in the snow you instantly sank. You told us to not worry about it and go on instead. We went down and back up three times, probably taking 30 minutes per run for 1.5 hours in total. Yet, each time we passed you were sitting there with a smile on your face, cozy as a cucumber, still making friends with everyone who came by. Finally, the third time we came by we all cheered you on to get up. You got up and came down easily with us.
We all enjoyed the rest of our time skiing without any issue. We had a fantastic time in great conditions. I smile every time I think of that story. For me, it’s a reminder of your kind hearted nature, your perseverance, and your ability to have fun in every situation.
With much love,
Adam Decker