I had the pleasure of working closely with Herbie for 13 years at Vistar/Multifoods/Performance Food Group.  He loved to flirt (very innocently) with the ladies, both young and old, and everyone thought of him in a loving, grand fatherly sort of way.  He had a knack of getting others to help him accomplish many of his tasks when he acted as if he didn’t have the time or the knowledge to accomplish them himself.  Of course he did, but loved the time and attention others would give him.  More than anything, I had complete confidence and trust in the man.  Never had to watch my back or wonder if he had my best interest at heart.  I will miss his kindness, good natured humor and laughter.  My deepest sympathies to Herb’s family.  I will miss him too.

had a knack for them, and vice versa.  Years ago my Irish Setter bolted on him during a walk; he was beside himself that he might have lost him.  I told him not to worry, happens often, we’ll find him or he’ll find us.  Several hours later the dog showed up in the park nearby and a neighbor brought him back.  Herbie was so relieved I thought he might actually cry.  That was the soft and caring side of Herbie, and as much as he always loved to show how big and bad he was, he was a most caring and loving person, second to none.

Herbie was truly one of a kind.  As the years passed and our friendship deepened, we both knew our better days were behind us.  I don’t recall when it actually started, but at a point not too long ago, every time we talked we finished by telling each other “I love you”.  And we both meant it as much as that can mean between any two people.  
May he rest in peace, with all of those he touched knowing what an incredible and wonderful person he was.

Thank you!

John Ochi

He was always “Herbie” to me.  We go way back to the mid-70’s together when we both worked for Vendors Supply, he was in Indianapolis and I was in Chicago.  We first met when he showed up in his souped up Chevy Caprice towing a trailer.  He stormed into the building late at night (like Kramer in Seinfeld would have!) and proclaimed to me “I’m here for the Milk Duds and Paydays!  And I’m in a hurry, we have orders to fill for tomorrow’s deliveries!”  I had been warned about him though, so we just got his candy loaded up ASAP and got him back on the road to Indy.

That was the beginning of our life long friendship, primarily centered on our work together, but it connected to our personal lives very quickly.  

We never flew together though; Herbie had the most terrible fear of flying.  He did relate to me an attempt of his to overcome that fear — self medicated, plus excessive Jack & Cokes, still didn’t work!  Apparently he demanded to a flight attendant that the pilot ‘land this miserable piece of machinery right now before we all die’, but they basically just strapped him into his seat and made him tough it out.  He always said, that experience was the worst of his entire life, bar none.  He never flew again.

Herbie was the most street wise person I’ve ever known.  I always said, he was the one person I’d want by my side if ever I got in a jam, he could always figure a way out.  And admittedly, we tested that a number of times over the years, lots of mischief together, misbehaving in so many ways we don’t want to admit to now.  His knowledge of all machinery and equipment was beyond exceptional (except airplanes of course!); cars, trucks, trailers, forklifts, freezers, coolers, construction and equipment, Herbie had a mind like a steel trap.  And even though he liked to play dumb sometimes, he always knew the numbers for everything he was responsible for.

We also shared a common love of dogs, and Herbie had a knack for them, and vice versa.  Years ago my Irish Set

Herb was an absolute joy in my life, and had a great impact on me both personally and professionally.  I first met Herb in 1972 and we worked closely together through 1998.  As VSA grew, we traveled the country, for weeks at a time, setting up new locations and acquisitions in various.                           Herb was an operational genius, able to solve difficult and unusual problems.  His only quirk was that he refused to fly, so he would drive to all those many cities throughout the country.       
Herb changed my life professionally, but more importantly personally and I will be forever grateful to him.  I will always hold him in my heart as one of my dearest friends.  Herb was truly one of a kind.  Ron Roth

Dennis was always thoughtful many times in his visits 
to my mother when he was in Wisconsin.

Rest in Peace dear cousin!!

    Sincerely,

     Sharon Wichman Weimer

   Kalamazoo  Michigan

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Dennis "Herb" L. Herbolsheimer

20 janvier 1940 – 14 avril 2025

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