Monday, January 14, 2019
I had the privilege of doing business with Dino and the gang at Tate for many years when I was part of R. J. Cyr Co. Dino was always a real class act, one of those industrial sales professionals who combined technical and product knowledge with a can-do, no-problem attitude. Perhaps I''m dating myself, those years when Dino stopped by regularly taught me valuable lessons in salesmanship. But, what I remember MOST about Dino was one night when we were both buying gas at Huron Church and #3 highway, just before the place closed. My dad was dying in the hospital and I was on my way home from the hospital. We probably spoke for half an hour that cool spring evening 2001. Instead of feeling numb, broken and empty, he reminded me of how many great memories we all shared and how fortunate we were to be part of an industry that made a positive impact. I remember that single act of kindness and compassion as if it was yesterday. A man is never gone until he is forgotten. Randy Cyr
