I know many of the names above and plenty I don't know but either way it is nice to see the outpouring. As we age our worlds get smaller and ofttimes it is hard to hold on to the fact that someone like my dad left such a big footprint.

I know him as Dad. Nothing spectacular except for what he did for me and the things he encouraged and enabled to allow me the life I have. DOD which used to stand for Dear Old Dad and eventually became Doddering old Dad had a biting sarcasm which I inherited (unfortunately without the ability to temper it when needed). When put on hospice in march his first response was " Does that mean I get more opioids?" and when I arrived to see him for the last time he noticed my black overcoat and asked "who's funeral I was going to?" with that snarky glint in his eye. Of course my response was to point out that there were plenty to choose from in the community.

In the past 3 years I put a lot of things on hold to spend the time with him to make his life a better place. We went for drives in every cool car I could lay hands on (a very large and varied collection), enjoyed the occasional beer and burger and talked a lot. We exercised in the pool and trash talked politics.

Unlike most of you, music was not a huge part of our relationship but our love of things mechanical and our appreciation of witty banter were things that we always came to. The getaway was a big part of my childhood and I was fortunate to be able to take Dick to Mystic in 2016 and 2017 as well as the getaway in '16.


Spending time with him and Susan these past few years has been an interesting journey and one I wouldn't have missed. While sad, the time has come to say goodbye and knowing that he was loved and cared for my so many makes it all the sweeter.

Thank you all,

Charlie Greenhaus