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Buzz's 90th birthdaygraduate and avid fan of Notre DameLife of the party and the "king of short stories"loves his Makers Mark Outstanding golfer , who plays and practices all the timeLoves people and is everone's friendGrew up in Davenport Iowa and had four sisterscalled "beaver" and later "The Bussinator"Father of five children Married childhood sweetheart, Marilynalways starting dicussions at parties Bobby's Restuarant his favoriteLoyal and giving friendLoves to be the last at the partyUltimate marketer and salesmanexecutive at Tribune and Hearst papersnormal day involves church followed by golf

In the heart of Davenport, where the stories unfold, Lived a man named Buzz, who was bold and old. Ninety years young, with Notre Dame pride, Through life's storied chapters, he would glide. With a swing on the green that whispered grace, A golfer supreme, he'd master the chase. Maker's Mark in his hand, he'd toast to delight, A life of the party, in day and in night. The "king of short stories," a pen in his hand, He'd captivate crowds with tales mighty and grand. Called "Beaver," then "The Bussinator," renowned, A salesman unmatched, his success knew no bound. Father to five, with Marilyn, his wife, His childhood sweetheart, his partner in life. A loyal friend, ever giving and true, In Bobby's Restaurant, his laughter on cue. With four sisters beside him and friends all around, His presence would light up the room with sound. A marketer's soul and executive's grace, At Tribune and Hearst he found his place. On normal days, church then golf he'd pursue, Buzz, a beacon of warmth, in all that he'd do. Forever the last one to bid night's retreat, A life full of stories, rich and complete.

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In the heart of Davenport, where the stories unfold, Lived a man named Buzz, who was bold and old. Ninety years young, with Notre Dame pride, Through life's storied chapters, he would glide. With a swing on the green that whispered grace, A golfer supreme, he'd master the chase. Maker's Mark in his hand, he'd toast to delight, A life of the party, in day and in night. The "king of short stories," a pen in his hand, He'd captivate crowds with tales mighty and grand. Called "Beaver," then "The Bussinator," renowned, A salesman unmatched, his success knew no bound. Father to five, with Marilyn, his wife, His childhood sweetheart, his partner in life. A loyal friend, ever giving and true, In Bobby's Restaurant, his laughter on cue. With four sisters beside him and friends all around, His presence would light up the room with sound. A marketer's soul and executive's grace, At Tribune and Hearst he found his place. On normal days, church then golf he'd pursue, Buzz, a beacon of warmth, in all that he'd do. Forever the last one to bid night's retreat, A life full of stories, rich and complete.
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