A moment of silence seems in order. For the man he was. For the inventor, the businessman, lover of sailing and my father’s best friend. When I picture him it is in NYC, often at the Yale Club or Avon. Your dad was always kind, interested and alert in his gentle and handsome way. When talking to buyers, he was the opposite of a salesman, which made him very good and compelling. He was quiet-spoken and unrehearsed. It seemed that he was always inventing something and excited about what he was doing. My father was the front man and relationship-builder to your father-entrepreneur. They were a wonderful team in business and in life. You could feel the love between them. They were in love. Your dad felt like an extension of our family. After they moved my dad to the other building at Falmouth House, your dad was the first person I would call, sometimes in tears, whenever my father was upset or I was concerned about his care. His answer was always – I will check on him. Now they can keep tabs on each other. Love, Florence