Marty is admired for his positive outlook on life. At 92 years he still believed his weak legs and cancer would go away. I never saw him sad about his personal set backs. He had a scooter that kept him mobile. One of his happiest moments was taking our grandson for rides on the scooter. You could see the grin on his face while he would rock his head back and forth while my grandson would beep the horn. This brought a smile on everyone's face in the Dixie House Cafe.
He was very proud and happy for his life. He was the classic success story of no high school education and making a living. He worked and traveled as a pipe fitter in his early days. He served in the US Army and served in Germany, 1956-1958. He could tell stories for hours about California and living on his boat, Catalina island and diving for abalone. He loved life and told me just earlier this month his goals for another investment. It was nonstop with his ideas. Nonstop with life.
May Marty rest in peace, we will miss him.
