My Dad’s long-time business partner passed away on Christmas Day. I wasn’t super close with the guy but liked him very much.
They were in business together since 1975 almost to the day of his death.
They were successful. They took a chance that was not exactly wise. Borrowed money to do it. They made copies at the library because they couldn’t afford a machine of their own. They hustled, they fronted, they lied in service of the greater good (mostly to get new loans), they paid their debts including to a person it would have been extremely unwise to stiff, they made money. They endured crashes and disasters, expanded, contracted, made mistakes and made money. They lived well and supported two families. They made lots of friends to the point of creating a legendary circle. There was lots of dining out and more laughs. They were always thinking, searching and scheming, even after the money was rolling in.
They made a couple businesses together. Had arguments and fallings out. Though their business was small in the grand scheme, they made something from nothing and were true independents. They were funny and at times certifiable.
I know my Dad lost more than a partner. They had a series of adventures in the world of making money. They had great reputations and people loved them, as partners and individually.
They were friends and allies. I know my Dad’s life was richer because of John Garcia. They were business partners and friends for decades. They built businesses, made money and so much more. I admire them both.