Oh, God. My heart is heavy.
It was sometimes tough being around George. I think you would have had to experience it to understand. But it sure wasn't ever boring. (Sometimes it was scary, especially until you got used to it.) I haven't seen him since the Branch Avenue days back in the seventies, but I owe him a lot, he taught me how to fight. He was very old school.
There was a sign above the stairs leading up to his Dojo. It said, "Life is unfair. Especially for the weak." I always saw that sign and pictured George hanging it, perched on a ladder, a grin on his face.
R.I.P. Sensei.