HEY... I’M WALKING HERE, I’M WALKING HERE. (Dustin Hoffman in Midnight Cowboy).
Jerry shouted out that line last August after we parked the car and were walking through a parking lot to a restaurant – and then laughed (he knew I got the film reference). Checking it out now, that line seems like something DJ (chip) would have been more comfortable screaming.
Years earlier I had taken Jerry to Gilly’s outside of Houston (the huge saloon in Urban Cowboy).In front of a crowd Jerry deliberately mounted the mechanical bull “backwards.” I thought it was hysterical but the slow Texas crowd and the bull operator thought he was just mistaken.
Hanging with Steve and Jerry in Rochester - a drink (ok a few) led us to start brainstorming ideas. We decided that an amusement park themed for people wanting a real life experience in robbing a bank with real retired police officers as the first response team armed with paint ball guns would be great. Thus, the name Felony World was born. Now being Steve - he voted it down - but Jerry went around the entire bar explaining to everyone the concept and asked if they would attend the park...... As I recall --- it was 10 yes and 0 no. Steve and I were laughing so hard, tears were running down our face. I will remember those tears of happiness over the tears of sorrow I shed for Jerry. An amazing person who will be missed.
Playing basketball on our backyard patio with
Uncle Jerry, I tried to rebound a ball as it
bounded towards the windows of our Florida Room. I
tried my best, but was just a tad too late as the
ball bounced through the Florida Room window,
crushing it basically over my head, leaving me to
be littered in shattered glass. I still have the
scars to prove it!
Jerry do his James Brown impression during a night
of Karaoke. He jumped up on our table, danced
around, took our beers and slammed them all, one
by one. Jerry is a madman. Very entertaining
performance, and wish he would have done America's
out to San Francisco for a GM Hackathon at UC
Berkeley, We ended up flying in to LA and drive up
Highway 1. I called up Jerry to see if he wanted
to meet up while we were there, He went above and
beyond, buying a hotel for us and taking us out to
the Polo Lounge for a nice dinner. It was awesome
to meet up with Him & Evan during our stay
Unfortunately I never had an opportunity to meet
Jerry. I added him to my prayer list when I first
heard of his passing. Please know that I am
praying for the family. Thanks for keeping the
Metro. Take Care
I've known Jerry since he was 19 years old. He was
a funny, geeky, but brilliant kid at that time. I
have SO many memories, but will post just one that
always embarrassed him. Even late in his illness,
we still laughed about it. After one of his many
knee surgeries, Jerry decided he was Superman and
could come to work the next day - still high on
paid meds and awful pain. I went to his office
early one morning to see how he was doing and the
door was closed - THAT never happened. I knocked
and got some kind of verbal nonsense from him. I
opened the door and found him lying on the floor
rolling around in pain. I took one look at him and
said "that's it - I'm taking you home".
He didn't even argue. My ride at that time was a
brand new, gorgeous blue Camaro. Remember - Jer
was one TALL dude and I'm trying to fit him in a
Camaro with a bum leg, high on pain killers and a
lot of pain. I push the passenger seat back as far
as it would go and reclined the seat all the way
down. Somehow, he fit! He's moaning, groaning and
saying "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry".
Next thing I know, projectile vomit spews from my
friends mouth, all over my new shiny ride. Again,
he starts with the "OMG, I'm so sorry, I'm so
sorry." I want to console him and tell him
it's alright, but I'm gagging from the smell.
HAHAHAHA. I get him home, out of the car, into the
house and I grab some towels and Windex from his
house. I try to clean it up as best as I can.
Unfortunately, that really didn't do the trick. I
ended up taking it to a car wash and told them I
would pay WHATEVER to clean the inside. $50 later,
it was at least semi-respectable, but that SMELL.
OMG... it lasted for weeks. I rarely let Jer
forget about that incident. Especially if I needed
something. I LOVED this man. I will miss him
forever. Rest in peace, Jer. God Bless.
I sadly never got to meet Jerry in person. I was
however blessed to have gotten to know him because
of Ancestry.com. Through the site's DNA matching
results both he and Kathleen Unti were identified
as first cousins. After discussing this revelation
between the two of them, they both agreed that I
had to be related and they welcomed me into the
McCarty Clan. Afterwards, Jerry and I exchanged
several emails and I got to know him even better
through The McCarty Metro as he shared his talent
and life experiences with all of us. His brother
Kelly aka Brad Savage and I got together for
dinner with our wives while I was vacationing in
Michigan this past Summer. During our dinner Jerry
made a surprise visit via FaceTime while he was
receiving treatments in the hospital. This brief
electronic encounter will stay with me forever as
he called me "His brother from another
mother." I can only hope that when it is my
turn to pass on, that I will be greeted by him and
his infectious, impish smile. God Bless you and
keep you in his loving arms Jerry McCarty.
Jerry and I were fellow employees in the 90s at
The Cross Company. I
can particularly recall what fun we had playing
pick-up basketball after work at Joe Dumars
Fieldhouse. Somehow Jerry must have arranged for
the company to pay any fees, since I never was
asked to contribute - no wonder, I suppose, as
Jerry was company comptroller at that time. He
was a talented athlete. I recall that he had at
least one bum leg, but that never stopped him from
taking risks in driving to the basket. You or one
or more of your brothers also played with us off
and on. A
fine man in every respect, Jerry will never be
forgotten by those who knew him. He is missed.