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. . . died a couple of days ago, from bladder cancer. I hadn't seen or talked to him in years. He used to be a member of my church. They'll be a memorial service for him Saturday. You can bet I'll be there.
Folks were talking about him on my church's listserv. I chimed in.
Folks were talking about him on my church's listserv. I chimed in.
[FONT=georgia,serif]I befriended Wes in the late 1980's. I was gobsmacked by the humble circumstances in which he lived. Divorced by that time, this brilliant engineer was renting the tiniest of rooms in a big old stone and wood house in Germantown. His personal possessions could have likely fit in one cardboard box. All his funds were earmarked for his remarkably talented daughters, the loves of his life.
I can still laugh as I hear him in my mind, casually complaining about one of the housemates with whom he was forced to share a bathroom -- a younger woman with apparently appalling personal hygiene habits who worked, when she did work, as a kids clown and who was unwittingly cultivating a mutant eco-system in her car.
I will forever remember Wes for the magnificent sailor that he was. Etched on my mind is a picture of Wes, proud and erect, captaining the catamaran at Schroon Lake. Alone on the boat, at a magnificent clip and with a strong wind at his back, he was bringing that boat home.
He's home now. Wes is home. All his rough seas are behind him. Wes Norcross was a good man.[/FONT]
