I have been trying to think of stories about Buzz that can be told in mixed company and in front of more than four people, but I can’t think of any. He often made me laugh until my cheeks hurt and at times, made me cry, although there was no crying at work.
He hired me fresh out of Berkeley at a time when there were few professional women in the industry. He was my mentor, a champion, a taskmaster, a perfectionist, a father, a brilliant, lovable and charismatic man. His joie de vivre was infectious and you couldn’t help standing taller because of him. His encouragement made me a professional and his departure leaves a big gap in the world. Buzz goodbye, I love you and I will miss you.
Goodbye from Sharon Dalrymple
Where to begin? I worked for Buzz longer than anyone else, dating back to 1967 at ERA, moving later to HPC, and continuing through his retirement in 2000. Those 33 years were an adventure like no other. Our professional travels took us all across this country and to foreign locales as disparate as Cairo and Melbourne. Together, we gingerly walked the land-mined beaches of the Red Sea under military escort, got temporarily stranded in the north woods of Minnesota on a frigid winter night when our rental car broke down, and spent eight hours staked out in the crowded, grimy baggage claim at Mexico City International waiting for our misrouted luggage to show up. And those were the fun times (just kidding!).
Demanding, cantankerous, bawdy, cagey, witty, genial, smart as a whip, lovable–Buzz was all of those things and more. Most of all, he was a gold-standard mentor and, ultimately, a very dear friend. When we returned from a business trip and parted company at the airport, our traditional farewell was, “Vaya con Dios.” So I say this one last time with heavy heart, “Vaya con Dios, amigo.” And by the way, Buzz, you still owe me a double martini for sweet-talking the airport cops in Jacksonville into letting me park in the red zone long enough to deliver the wallet you accidentally left in your hotel room. Stoli, very cold, two olives.
Former Senior VP, HPC
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