He and his son Bob worked at a packaging and shipment company, sending fine art and antiques all over the world (including Rodin's marble sculpture, The Kiss, to New York, and some of my artwork to Seattle). Eddie's life wasn't always easy, he was wounded while fighting in the second world war in India and Burma, and on the way back, got stuck in Egypt for much longer than was planned before they could get him out, so he even spoke a bit of Arabic. His wife and his 24-year-old daughter died before him, which was very hard on him, and you can see their graves here, next to his. But he had a great attitude and a real sense of tranquility about him, like he always knew things would be okay in the end.
Rest in peace, Eddie, you were a top geezer.