Butch passed away on 9/17/12. He was living in Burke Va. at the time. Many of his high school friends from Jefferson attended his funeral. Rev.Sam Pascoe officiated.
Loved being around Butch, great guy. I wasn't a much into the click thing & wasn't known by many but Butch was a great includer & appreciated him. He's helping bring us together. RIP bro.
Butch was one of those all around good and decent guys who had an abundance of talents. Always ready with a homorous rejoinder or quip, which along with his other traits, usually made him the center of many social and athlelic activities. I remember when he and I went to Mr. Visnich at the beginning of our Junior year to discuss restarting the Civitan club, which, a few years earlier and under prior leadership, had been disbanded by the school administration. We were both in shock when Visnich agreed. That was due to Butch.
He had a long and very successful career in mortgage banking as a loan officer. This suited his personality and math abilities to a T, not to mention, somehow, kept him on the golf couse many times a week. He played either in Virginia and frequently, somewhere, in the Carolinas, where he honed his single didget handicap.
He was always a good friend who rarely, if ever, made unkind remarks about others, but he could hide behind that wicked sense of humor! I miss him.
Butch was one of my best friends from our college days onward. We played golf together, cracked the Glenfiddich together and laughed an awful lot together. During the Redskins Super Bowl era (long ago!), we would gather at his house during the playoffs to root for the home team togther with our group of pals. His struggle with diabetes and sad end still resonates with me today. I like, Phil, miss him terribly. I think about him often and can still smile thinking of some of the wondeerful times we shared.
Butch was my neighbor in Sleepy Hollow Woods and among my best friends throughout high school. He was always good for a laugh, as often on himself as otherwise. He took the ribbing good-naturedly and could dish it out in return.
Although my recall may be distorted somewhat by the passage of time, I remember the night Butch was "discovered" as the quarterback of the TJ football team. I believe it was the summer between our sophomore and junior years and a few of us were at the school gym, which was opened at times in the summer for basketball, badminton and general hanging out. One of the PE staff members was always on hand. Anyway, we were throwing the football around in the gym and the staff member that evening just happened to be the football coach (don't recall his name). The coach was apparently impressed by Butch's arm strength and suggested that he consider trying out for quarterback. Summer practice began shortly after and, about a month later, Butch was under center for the Colonials when the season began.
Butch was a natural athlete and was also on the basketball and golf team. Butch, Phil and I worked at Pinecrest Golf Course and would hone our skills chipping balls around the driving range as we were, supposedly, collecting them for resale to patrons. It was a great job and we somehow managed to actually collect enough balls to not get fired. I remember that on the day of the draft lottery I was leaving work at Pinecrest and passed Butch on the road on the way home. He stopped me and had written down the lottery numbers of the friends whose birthday he knew. He told me my draft number was something like 250, which was cause for celebration since it meant my chance of being called up was minimal. I happily continued to drive home only to find my mother crying when I arrived. As it turned out Butch had my wrong birthdate and my number was actually something like 50, rather than 250. I went from being a very happy young man to a devastated one in the course of about five minutes.
I believe the last time I saw Butch was in the summer after our freshman year in college. I ended up leaving the area shortly afterward and we lost touch. I was very saddened to hear of his loss and fondly look back at the good times we shared.
I'd say most of the girls in our class adored Butch (myself included) and were jealous of Pam and their relationship. They were the "cutest couple" in every way. I was saddened to see he had passed away, as with every classmate we have lost (and there are far more than I ever imagined). But, to see his death was related to diabetes comes very close to home. My husband is extremely diabetic (hereditary), as are others in my family, to a lesser extent. Diabetic control is a full time job at our age, as your entire system is affected. I am so sad to see how much the guys in our class have lost, by losing Butch. To be that loved and respected after all of these years, is amazing. Classmates, please know your numbers, and take anything in question seriously. Death, I do not fear death. Disability would be worse. Much worse, particularly in the case of diabetes.
Butch was a part of three of my all time life events. #1. friendship and relations with the "Family" #2. best job ever @ Ft. McNair golf course #3. best concert-The Who. Cliff's mention of the lottery drawing was during #2. Needless to say, the folks @ Ft. McNair weren't watching the drawing. Butch and I drove like bats out of hell to get home and find out our #'s and both of us were relieved at our 250+ #'s. We had many a good time together and I'll always remember his laugh and twinkle in his eye.
Mike Straight
Butch passed away on 9/17/12. He was living in Burke Va. at the time. Many of his high school friends from Jefferson attended his funeral. Rev.Sam Pascoe officiated.
Jerry Beninate
In hoc signo vinces. Butch was my fraternity brother also always one of the most popular guys and close to me
May you Rest In Peace in the chapter eternal
Dennis Whitley
Loved being around Butch, great guy. I wasn't a much into the click thing & wasn't known by many but Butch was a great includer & appreciated him. He's helping bring us together. RIP bro.
Phil Ceconi
Butch was one of those all around good and decent guys who had an abundance of talents. Always ready with a homorous rejoinder or quip, which along with his other traits, usually made him the center of many social and athlelic activities. I remember when he and I went to Mr. Visnich at the beginning of our Junior year to discuss restarting the Civitan club, which, a few years earlier and under prior leadership, had been disbanded by the school administration. We were both in shock when Visnich agreed. That was due to Butch.
He had a long and very successful career in mortgage banking as a loan officer. This suited his personality and math abilities to a T, not to mention, somehow, kept him on the golf couse many times a week. He played either in Virginia and frequently, somewhere, in the Carolinas, where he honed his single didget handicap.
He was always a good friend who rarely, if ever, made unkind remarks about others, but he could hide behind that wicked sense of humor! I miss him.
William Masse
On the nose Phil
Kevin Orton
Butch was one of my best friends from our college days onward. We played golf together, cracked the Glenfiddich together and laughed an awful lot together. During the Redskins Super Bowl era (long ago!), we would gather at his house during the playoffs to root for the home team togther with our group of pals. His struggle with diabetes and sad end still resonates with me today. I like, Phil, miss him terribly. I think about him often and can still smile thinking of some of the wondeerful times we shared.
Cliff Kevill
Butch was my neighbor in Sleepy Hollow Woods and among my best friends throughout high school. He was always good for a laugh, as often on himself as otherwise. He took the ribbing good-naturedly and could dish it out in return.
Although my recall may be distorted somewhat by the passage of time, I remember the night Butch was "discovered" as the quarterback of the TJ football team. I believe it was the summer between our sophomore and junior years and a few of us were at the school gym, which was opened at times in the summer for basketball, badminton and general hanging out. One of the PE staff members was always on hand. Anyway, we were throwing the football around in the gym and the staff member that evening just happened to be the football coach (don't recall his name). The coach was apparently impressed by Butch's arm strength and suggested that he consider trying out for quarterback. Summer practice began shortly after and, about a month later, Butch was under center for the Colonials when the season began.
Butch was a natural athlete and was also on the basketball and golf team. Butch, Phil and I worked at Pinecrest Golf Course and would hone our skills chipping balls around the driving range as we were, supposedly, collecting them for resale to patrons. It was a great job and we somehow managed to actually collect enough balls to not get fired. I remember that on the day of the draft lottery I was leaving work at Pinecrest and passed Butch on the road on the way home. He stopped me and had written down the lottery numbers of the friends whose birthday he knew. He told me my draft number was something like 250, which was cause for celebration since it meant my chance of being called up was minimal. I happily continued to drive home only to find my mother crying when I arrived. As it turned out Butch had my wrong birthdate and my number was actually something like 50, rather than 250. I went from being a very happy young man to a devastated one in the course of about five minutes.
I believe the last time I saw Butch was in the summer after our freshman year in college. I ended up leaving the area shortly afterward and we lost touch. I was very saddened to hear of his loss and fondly look back at the good times we shared.
Pat Erickson (Kana)
I'd say most of the girls in our class adored Butch (myself included) and were jealous of Pam and their relationship. They were the "cutest couple" in every way. I was saddened to see he had passed away, as with every classmate we have lost (and there are far more than I ever imagined). But, to see his death was related to diabetes comes very close to home. My husband is extremely diabetic (hereditary), as are others in my family, to a lesser extent. Diabetic control is a full time job at our age, as your entire system is affected. I am so sad to see how much the guys in our class have lost, by losing Butch. To be that loved and respected after all of these years, is amazing. Classmates, please know your numbers, and take anything in question seriously. Death, I do not fear death. Disability would be worse. Much worse, particularly in the case of diabetes.
Tom Holloway
Butch was a part of three of my all time life events. #1. friendship and relations with the "Family" #2. best job ever @ Ft. McNair golf course #3. best concert-The Who. Cliff's mention of the lottery drawing was during #2. Needless to say, the folks @ Ft. McNair weren't watching the drawing. Butch and I drove like bats out of hell to get home and find out our #'s and both of us were relieved at our 250+ #'s. We had many a good time together and I'll always remember his laugh and twinkle in his eye.