Many of you have mentioned that Buddy was always the one to take care of everyone else. Several stories come to mind , but I will comment on one now. I was living on West 56th St. around 1987 with either Wilk or List. I was the lowest paid guy on Wall Street, paying my share of the $1200 rent. After months of macaroni and cheese for dinner [twice on Saturdays & Sundays] I approached Buddy about getting on the Froelich& Newell meal plan. Needless to say, within a day I found myself in the warehouse in Greenpoint, which was like Charlie walking into Willy Wonka's factory. After giving me the grand tour with special guest host Mike, I began my shopping expedition. I left there "loaded up" with among other things tomato juice, tub 'o tuna, cream cheese and hot chocolate mix. It was enough to last me quite a while. When I asked Buddy what I owed him, he gave me the usual wink and nod. "Don't worry about it Zit" I remember him saying. It may have been nothing to him, but it meant a lot to me at the time. It was all good though until Normie saw the entry Buddy made for the items. "Who's this guy there, Zitzer that you gave all that food to? What am I running a charity here?" he said. Buddy in his own way took care of Normie, at least for the moment. Three months later with much of the food still in my refrigerator, I asked Buddy if he thought the cream cheese was still good. He told me that it was fine and that if it had any hair on it to "just shave it off and it'll be good as new". As the culinary expert that he was, that worked for me.
Just one of many stories I will remember about him. I miss him very much as I'm sure you all do.
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