Tuesday, January 31, 2023
Myer George Syracuse was as smart as they come. He was articulate, witty, and socially adept. We were cousins, friends, and roommates at USC. During those times I never saw him open a book to study, but he earned a degree in accounting that reflected his sharp skills in mathematics.
His real name was Egroeg, George spelled backwards. One of the names we took from some comic book that told a story of mirror people,
Another book that was never really opened was the key to his mind. George used his mind like a toy. He enjoyed his mind and would use it like a poker player whose outer demeanor never betrayed his inner purpose. It took a while to understand that George was a more complicated thinker than first impressions would ever glean. He was a labyrinth, a bright light in the woods that his closest friends could not capture, the game was his to play and he thought he played it well. Our best defense was to pretend that we were on to the game, we really were not even close.
There was always a party. The guests ranged from the highest to the lowest offering of characters from the sixties. George was comfortable with everyone and was a fast-thinking center of social banter. It wasn’t hard to keep him going.
George would fall into song when we sang corny old-time tunes. We would quickly quit singing since George couldn’t carry a tolerable note.
The stage went dark for several years. There were various tales of highs and lows in George’s life. He eventually surfaced on Pawleys Island where the residue of many adventures was rusting. Although there is no returning to old times George managed to make new times. His mind continued to write checks that his physical toolbox could not repair. Thus ended the earthly life of a bright Egroeg who is forever young.
Will George go to Heaven? There is no doubt in my mind. Even if the gates are closed George will find the secret rear hatch.
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