Fitzy was a good friend of my brother Jim, they were 2 years apart in age. I was 2 years younger than Fitzy. In my freshman year of high school my mother would make my lunch and place it in a brown paper bag and tell me to bring the bag home to reuse for the next days lunch. When Fitzy found out he would seek me out and take the lunch bag and rip it up. My Mother would ask where is the lunch bag? I would say Fitzy ripped it up, her reply was "Jimmy would never do that". So after a few times, I would see him coming for me after lunch and I would take the bag out of my blazer and rip it up before he could and he would have that patented smirk on his face.
Any event he hosted, be it his legendary ski trips or Beef and Beers, would always be a blast.
Rest well my friend. When you get to heaven hug and kiss my brother for me.
Love Tom Rodgers