Mo's Remembrance of George Amabile

George Amabile

By Mo Magliocchino

I can’t remember when I first met George, but I do remember the year 2000 when both George and I got the wonderful news that we had prostate cancer.  Ironically, we both had the same doctors in Westchester Medical Center, and we both had the identical procedures.  We compared notes every time we got together at a rally or some other function.

And ironically, we both thought that we were out of the woods, but that was not to be the case.  George’s came back a couple of years before mine returned, and thus the battles began.

But let’s talk about the happy times.  As you may remember, Pat and I hosted a few rallies over the years, and of course just about everyone in the club attended.  Now we soon found out that one of George’s favorite things was eating.  So when Barbara sent in the application for a particular rally indicating they were attending, we always added additional portions of food, so George wouldn’t go hungry.

Another thing about George, was that time was never of the essence.  I remember being in Bainbridge, NY in line at the dump station.  The line was long but moved rapidly.  That was until George got there.  Would you believe 45 minutes!

And then there was West Point.  Barbara came by car and met us all at the North Dock.  George drove the motor home alone and was nowhere to be found.  Finally we contacted him by phone.  George was parked a mile away at the main gate.  So Barbara and I jumped in the car and we found him expecting him to follow us.  Well, apparently, George decided that it was potty time.  Would you believe 35 minutes!

And then there was coffee and donut time every morning.  Usually from 8 to 9 am.  Well who do you think would pop out of his motor home at 10!

I am sure Barbara will remember the time, also at West Point, when somehow her hair brush decided it was time to take a dive into the potty, and of course ended up somewhere between the toilet and the holding tank.  You guessed it, another hour at the dump station!

I know George fought a long hard battle, and I admire him for his fortitude.  Not an easy battle and we talked about it frequently.  I will miss you and I know I speak for all the members of Metropolitan. 

You are motor homing with angles now, no more signs to hit or motor problems or dump stations, and coffee and donuts are always being served.   Mo