Wednesday, November 19, 2025
I was very fortunate to grow up under the shadow and reputation of my uncles. Everywhere I would go, I was asked, "Are you related to those McGee boys from St Mary's Road?". I would respond, "Yep, they are my uncles.". I would chuckle to myself because I ALWAYS knew what was coming next. "They are those wrestling boys and they are TOUGH as nails!". I would respond, "Yep, they sure are!!!!" Louis and the boys had rooms full of medals, trophies, and accomplishments that would make anyone awestruck. I remember Lou, Dan, and Doug coming to my elementary school one time to put on a clinic for the kids. I was so proud. I felt like the coolest kid in the school.
Louis was not only one tough son of a gun and the true meaning of a fighter in every sense of the word and in life. He was a very cool, compassionate, fun loving uncle. He had this cool red Buick with a collection of eight track tapes that included Queen, Rod Stewart, Meatloaf. He would take me for these awesome drives, we would speed, rip through the back roads, and blare the music. He would let me steer or drive his car in the back fields even when I barely could see over the steering wheel.
Lou, I will be forever indebted to you for your caring, helping hand, and dedication to my dad. In over 30 years of fishing, you were always there EVERY year doing the work of two or three men. I will always remember and cherish the jokes, the laughs, the pranks you pulled on Gene, your stories of fishing with Cyril and tales of running the roads with you brothers and friends.
Our thoughts and prayers to everyone.... Especially, Courtney and Chantal..
