I grew up across the street from Mr. Geer (and he’ll always be “Mr. Geer to me) and was best friends with James Jr. growing up in Springfield. He and my father were also great friends and I have more memories of him growing up than I can count, whether it was watching football games at the Geer house, having the Geer family over to our house, and just his sense of humor across the board.
If there is one memory that sticks out, it is when (about 1972-73 or so) I was walking back to my house from the Geer’s, forgetting my football in their yard, when Mr. Geer yelled to me, “Carl, stay there and I’ll kick it to you.” He then punted the ball which had a beautiful arc - ending through our next door neighbor’s second-story window. If memory serves, everyone eventually laughed it off, perhaps Mr. Geer less so after paying for a new window.
Mr. Geer was a big part of my childhood and a great man. He will be missed.