A Story About Dale Furbur, a Really Good Dude

I knew this guy named Dale Furbur, a really good dude, who passed away not too long ago. He worked with me as a colleague and later I ended up as his manager. Dale and his colleague were the first persons I’ve ever had under my care as a young, completely inexperienced manager. That leaves a certain kind of mark on one’s soul.

I liked Dale. He was, as I said, a really good dude. I’m kinda sad that more people didn’t get to know Dale – he was one of those genuinely kind people who had a heart of gold. The man didn’t have a mean bone in his body and was just, well, nice all the time. He had his bad days, too, like we all do. But, a really good dude who had some groovy cats named Max and Gizmo.

Dale was also one of those people who really derived joy from working on technical problems. He was hands on and would build a PC from scratch, or setup monitors and keyboards for our customers, or handle stuff like door locking security systems. Dale even dealt with the printers and fax machines – a job that is universally hated by most folks in tech. ? It didn’t matter, he was some sort of magic wizard at finding the million tiny little things it took to keep the company’s IT machine well oiled.

Dale was pretty much always stoked to go out and work with customers directly. Many of the helpdesk tickets he’d pull were of the type that required you to go do something or fix something. I’d walk by sometimes and hear him asking after spouses, kids, school placements, and all sorts of “he obviously knows these people” sort of vibes.

I remember pulling up to work one day and seeing that Dale has traded in his old beater vehicle for a brand new muscle car of some kind. With the exotic paint job and flashy rims and stuff. Which was awesome, because Dale was super into these cool cars and loved driving them. It was just his thing, you know?

This is a short story I wrote about Dale as a way to thank him for his tireless contributions to the world. He made life just a little bit better in all the ways he knew how. To the people who knew him, we’ll keep his spirit alive.

Life is short, y’all. Be kind.