Gary Edwin McNett
February 8, 1950 – March 12, 2018
Gary Edwin McNett of Bowie, Maryland, passed away quietly in his sleep on Monday morning, March 12, 2018. Gary was born in Frankfurt, Germany, 68 years ago. Upon returning to the United States at the age of two, he lived in Virginia before eventually moving to Bowie with his significant companion, Beverly Davis.
Gary was a graduate of the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater, where he was a student athlete and had success on the football field and with the track and field team. Upon graduation he worked for the family business in Northern Virginia and enjoyed travelling the country on his motorcycle. In the late 1980’s, Gary set up his own successful business, SJI Contractors, and was involved in home improvement and construction work throughout Maryland, Northern Virginia, and D.C. Politics and sports were his favorite topics and he could talk about them for hours. He very much enjoyed his immediate and extended families and he will be greatly missed by them all – especially at Christmas time with his creative and unique Christmas presents.
He is survived by his loving sister, Barbara McNett Evans (Michael); his nephews John (Nell) and Jeff (Ola) Evans; his grandniece Caitlyn, his grandnephew Ethan; as well as Beverly’s daughters, Jeana Paratore and Ilana Kitchen.
Services will be held on Thursday, March 15, 2018, at 11:00 a.m. at the Robert E. Evans Funeral Home, 16000 Annapolis Road, Bowie, MD, followed by a memorial luncheon at the Funeral Home.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to the American Diabetes Association.
- Memorial Service Thursday, March 15, 2018
Gary Edwin McNett
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Jeanne Crowbridge Wenzel
March 19, 2018
I attended college with Gary and Frank Sonnabend. Yes, they were very well known, by local enforcement and most of the sororities in Whitewater WI. Gary won the decathlon his senior year. He was bold, boisterous, kind hearted and opinionated. I adored him. He wasn't afraid of anything. I nicknamed him Water Buffalo because of his rough and ready attitude towards most things. I had it painted on the back of his motorcycle helmet. To warn others. He lived life hard and with determination.
We were able to spend time together for short meetings or dinner, getting caught up on our lives and old times when I was in the area for work. Always a hoot, lover of animals. And loved football. He was a good, kind hearted person and I am glad I was considered his friend. Miss you, Water Buffalo! Fly high. The only way you know how.
March 17, 2018
Gary has been one of my best friends and confidant since my family moved into Villimay in 1964. We first met when he had made a motorized skateboard out of a piece of wood, a lawnmower engine and the old steel skateboard wheels. You sat on it and steered with your feet. Being more interested in football than engineering he neglected to put on a throttle or brakes. One problem - with his football size and weight he couldn't ride it and everyone else was smart enough to say "no thanks". As the new kid on the block I figured what better way to become part of the gang than to spread my carcass all over the street, beside it was always my ambition to fly and that I did. Fortunately I lived and we became best buds, sports teammates in high school and eventually college in Wisconsin when I transferred from Virginia Tech to the coldest damn place I'd been on earth. But by that time we both had Mustang Mach 1's and became well known by the townies with Camero's, the local law enforcement and of course the Dean. We did occasionally see what the inside of a classroom looked like and graduated, me going into aviation and Gary starting a construction business. Best of friends to the end I sneaked him out of hospice for a little R & R at my place overnight in Alexandria for Thanksgiving and last saw him just before the Lord allowed him to cross the finish line and earn the checkered flag. To the best of the best, it's your time to rest. See ya soon and Thanks for the memories.
March 13, 2018
Sunday morning (late) breakfast. Best breakfast ever... counting eggs....Friday night “dates”. And the infinite words of wisdom he often gave whether wanted or not. I know you are with mom now and are smiling down on us mere mortals. Tell we meet again ♥️