'Gortee' was a good friend. His dad and my dad had played in bands together as young men and in the city band as older men, and we had that connection from the 'git go' in grade school. Gordy was always "an old man" in the best sense of the word - wise, close to the vest, a wicked cynical sense of humor, a sweet and tough disposition. Neither of us were jocks or brainiacs, but we each found a niche as we entered high school. I remember his stand against the administration, when he edited our high school newspaper. He was the same kid in high school as he was in kindergarden.
I tried to stay in touch after he left Grinnell College, but life took us in different directions. Though I don't know any details of his death, I know that he faced his affliction with grace. Isn't it funny how the loss of an individual from your past hits you hard? I should take more time with these thoughts before blurting them out on a website to 300+ classmates. I'm compelled. Smell the roses, Merritt. You're not young anymore.
I too remember Gordon, visiting him at his home across from the school. He was indeed a unique young man, with a kind heart and many gifts. When M'Town would have their art fairs up on the court house lawn, I can still picture Gordy, dressed up in smock & beret, doing his painting. He blazed his own trail; I never knew what happened to him post HS days, but do remember him fondly.
Because of His abounding grace,
Terry L Lampel