He was an active member of New Beginnings Community Church in St. Aarons worked as a sales executive at a number of media companies, including the Tampa Tribune. He and his wife, Deborah, relocated several times before settling in Florida. He maintained an active membership throughout the remainder of his life. Air Force Reserve and attended California State University, San Bernardino, where he pledged Phi Beta Sigma. was born in Pensacola, the second of six children. A crushing number of stories remain untold. One thousand stories hardly puts a dent in the pandemic’s ongoing toll. Some had yet to graduate from elementary school. They arranged flowers and picked strawberries, kneaded biscuits and sang the blues. They were immigrants from Poland and the Philippines and lifelong Floridians who retired along the waters where they’d fished as kids. They sold lottery tickets and tended to the sick and lonely. They were cab drivers, veterans, teachers, traffic cops. Plenty had nicknames: Coach G, Cookie, Big Mike, Moosie, Boo-Boo. They loved Taco Bell’s Nachos Supreme, Disney cruises, the Golden Girls and an ice-cold Coors. The people these Times reporters wrote about loved Bible study, fish and chips, trains and flea markets. A grandma who sipped pink Moscato and ordered Hawaiian pizzas. A shell-hunting soccer mom who loved anything with a palm tree on it.