SUBMITTED MEMORIES

Dennis
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.

Michael Kaszubski
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. 

Austin McCarty:
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!

Watching 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 Got Talent.  

Flying 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 there.

Ben Stonecipher:
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

Pat Rosso:
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.

Gene Skladnowski:
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.

Phil Ventura:
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.