He was born 5/18/1959 and he died Monday 12/15/2014 at home with his dog Sadie at his side. He was cremated at Lauck and Veldhof’s funeral home.
Tony Elrod had employed him for something like 15 years as the ‘KeyMaster’. He let folks into the gym, took their fees and locked up after they left. They were from all walks. The last time I sat with him we watched a dad and his 3 boys practice ball. There are groups of executives from Elly Lilly, folk from the hood and old guys who ached after every play and asked Vince for ice. If they gave him a tip, he’d want to buy them a beer after the game. After our mom passed I tried to call Vince every week. I really miss that Sunday night; ‘I need to call Vince’ feeling. I had to drag stories out of him and he never asked questions but it was good to connect with my ‘Old Buddy’.
His best fried, Kitty Minardo, took great care of Vince. Once he was ill she fed him twice a day, bought his groceries and had coffee with him. She took his dog and I’m sure is caring for her as she did my brother. I am forever indebted to Kitty.
Lisa and I went out and attended a celebration that Thursday, held in the neighborhood bar that Mona runs and about 40 people came and exchanged sweet stories on my brother.
- Mona reserved a table for Vince for the burlesque shows. Libby, our niece, found the sign on the table once and shared the evening with Vince.
- One guy, Anthony Mills-“Old Guy”, stopped in on his motorcycle every time he came to Indy and called everyday. He brought Thanksgiving dinners every year.
- Scott and Ike would show up late and Vince would tease them every time that ‘it’ll cost you extra’.
- I would have told a few; him driving the BMW to wash it, taking the wheels off the van to live at the beach, “is there a ‘short trail ole buddy?”, the risks of ‘all-you-can-eat’.
- And many more
Thank you everyone especially Anthony, Mona, Tony and Kitty.