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A Story About Herbert
Herb was a mostly fun and fascinating study in contrasts. He was an
important friend and mentor to me at a time in life when I needed
guidance, something he gave with humor and gusto. Unfortunately, he
passed away long before his time from his particular demon, smokinginduced
emphysema.
Herb was bright, witty, good-natured and almost always a pleasure to
be around. Naturally, he was adored by his family and a wide circle of
friends. He also achieved a certain level of success, and while the
preservation of money was not one of his strong points, he always
seemed to live well and enjoy life. That is until his habitual smoking
began to wreak havoc on his physical body.
I knew Herb as well as anyone. Despite our age difference, we were
close friends and business associates. The tale of how that came to be is
a story unto itself, but one we’ll save that for another day. Without
question, Herb was the most charming conversationalist, quickest
quipper and most potent punster I’ve ever seen in action. To say it
again – it was very hard not to like Herbert.
Herb’s life was a veritable whirlwind of events. He was a fountain of
ideas for new ventures, or ways to improve existing ones. When he
focused his tremendous energy on some challenge, you could be sure
that positive change would follow quickly and detractors would soon be
converted to fans.
This was a function of what I described as Herb’s unassailable good
nature. He only would advocate actions which were clearly for the
greater good of all involved and he considered it fundamental to leave