Hoover Stories and Legends

      see chapter 2       2009 A YEAR LATER


(please submit your remembrance at chip@scotthooverwilder.com they will be posted ASAP)

Basketball star, YO MON, the parties at PEPPERMILL, the GIANTS, the YANKS, and late nites at Manitou, Maine,  Allman Bros What Do You Remember  Keep the memories alive submit your HOOVER story






Just a short note from Chip:

I can not believe that I actually started for the phone yesterday to call Hoover to get the start time for Daytona.  As we are up in Maine for the past few days, TV  and news are different and Hoover has always been my conduit to reality when we are here:  schedules,  scores in exchange for a software or computer question.

We missed the start of the race as Hoover wasn't there this time with a heads up email or call on the 500. Missing you man up here in Maine     



From Susie Mogren Cromp   OH the memories:
Sledding at Longshore CC on the huge hill next to the Wilders( I think it's the 3rd hole)
All the Taffy's ( I was surprised to find out Scotty's dog now wasn't named Taffy?)
All the Mogren's Christmas Caroling at the Wilders!! How did that sound??
I don't even know how long I've know Scotty? I was a little sister to a big brother who was best buddies with Scotty... What I remember most is my twin sister Sarah and I were 6 or 7 and Scotty and my brother Paul got into some kind of little boy spat together, well I'm not even sure if it was that or if Scotty was actually defending Sarah and I against my brother!!! Scotty came flying up the stairs at our house at 234 S. Compo with Sarah and I close at hand and proceeded to spit in Pauly's bed.... Well Sarah and I were his cheerleaders on that!!! Scotty was no match size wise to Pauly, but he certainly knew how to help us out!!! Another time that I remember of Scotty was when Sarah , my other sister Liz and I were home alone with Paul and Scotty. Lizzy noticed smoke up in the attic and so she went up to investigate and a table was on fire because my brother Peter , who had a bedroom up there, left a candle burning and it started a table on fire. Well Lizzy yelled FIRE and Scotty jumped into action and grabbed our dogs water dish ran up the stairs and into the attic proceeded to put the fire out. Well being kids we thought him grabbing the dog's water dish was the funniest thing we ever saw and we teased him unmercifully!!! Needless to say the house was old!! It could have very easily gone up in flames!! If it wasn't for the dog dish of water!!! I look back now and read and hear all the stories about Scotty. He truly was a hero in many ways.. I only saw Scotty after we moved away a handful of times throughout the years, but I knew of his emails!! My husband John met Scotty a few years back and sat and talked sports with him and also managed to get on his email list!! Some I was privy to some I was not... This past October my four sisters and I went to Westport and stopped in at the Wilders and had a fantastic visit with Scotty and Mrs. Wilder they took us around Manitou and filled us in on all the goings on.I am so glad that we got to do that... I know that Manitou will never be the same without Scotty Wilder!!



From Duncan Wilder:


Those Giants did it for Hoov! Or maybe with a little help from Hoov... Either way, I'm sure he ran around jumping and cheering when Burress caught that touchdown pass. Or when Tyree somehow held on to the ball a couple plays before.

Hoover was the best uncle anyone could ask for. I could go over to his famous room anytime and watch and talk sports with him, or just listen to him and his many friends argue over who to pick in the game that sunday. I loved playing Links and pinball with him on his computer, and helping him with his fantasy baseball drafts. I fondly remember going to a Knicks game and Sound Tigers hockey game with Hoov and my dad and having blast. Spending time with Hoov was always a blast.

Hoover sure loved his Giants, Yankees, Rangers, and Knicks. He's a huge reason why I became such a big sports fan - even if I didn't root for the same teams.

Like my mom wrote, he never held it against me that I grew up in Westport but rooted for St. Louis teams. He was the first person to congratulate me when my Rams won the Super Bowl and when my Cardinals won the World Series. Hoov always wanted to know how I was doing with running, golfing, school, and girls of course. He was always supportive and often gave me tips on my golf game or fantasy sports teams. I'm very sorry Hoov that I haven't pursued golfing as much as you hoped thus far, but I still love the game and I will definitely keep playing for the rest of my life.

Hoover, your humilty was off the charts and I want to thank you for all you taught me. This includes how to swing a golf club the right way, how to eat without forgetting I need to be feeding you at the same time, how to pick a good fantasy baseball team, and most importantly how to be a great friend. You've touched my life and so many others and I'll definitely miss our talks, lobster dinners in maine, watching of all sorts of different sports, and that smirk you always had on your face.

Hoov was the definition of a true friend, and he will always be my hero.



From Annie Wilder:


I couldn't have asked for a better brother-in-law!  Hoover always made me feel welcome and introduced me to all his friends.  That made me feel so at home in Westport right away when we moved to town in 1989--I had instant roots!

Hoover always found ways to connect...calling to let me know a TV show was on, giving me traffic updates while I was driving, giving me compliments on what I was wearing or recommending a restaurant.  When we moved to St. Louis this past summer, I really missed him.

He always made me laugh, with his funny faces and humor.  He's such a boy at heart!  He really got us going over family dinners, rolling his eyes, etc.  We always looked over to see how he was reacting.  If things got too serious, he always knew how to lighten things up.

I loved watching him with our kids.  They loved riding on the back of his chair or showing him birthday and Christmas cards they made for him.  He came to Duncan's  baseball games and track meets.  He and Duncan really bonded over sports and sharing information on their favorite teams.  Even though Duncan always cheered for the St. Louis teams, Hoover never held that against him.  And, even though dance wasn't his thing, he came to see Holly dance in her end-of-the-year showcases.  He was always ready to support whatever they were into. 

Doug was a big basketball fan, as well as music and film, which gave them a lot to talk about.  The boys loved to play games on Hoover's computer.  So did Laurie and Katharine!  And they loved getting Hoover's music mixes at Christmas and sharing their favorite groups with him.  It was fun for them to tell him what Staples High School was like while they were there.

I love reading what a gift Hoover was for everyone.  I like to think of him as the "gift the keeps on giving"!  When we remember how he made friends his priority and included everyone, it inspires us to do the same.  This can be a warm glow of love we feel in our hearts, remembering the good that always flowed in his presence, rather than a void because we can't see him anymore.  He showed us how to love and it's up to us to keep that love flowing!

Thanks to everyone for sharing your stories about the Hoov!  It means a lot to the family--and that means ALL OF US--we're all Hoover's family!



From Christian Quandt (from Scott’s adopted wheelchair van shop, Advanced Wheels):


Firstly, I’d like to note that I’ve never seen such an outpouring of affection for someone, nor have I seen a site like this.  Very cool.  Despite the fact that I didn’t know him anywhere near as well as everyone else, reading these inspired me to write today.  I first started getting calls from Scott when the Toyota vans were first introduced.  He would call me with non-stop questions about features, asking me what I thought of the performance of the van itself, or questions about the accessible conversion.  He found out that I would be at an Abilities Expo in Colchester, and told me that he would come to see me.  He had called so many times, that I was sure he would come.  The expo ended and I packed up the van I brought with the contents of my booth.  I had just finished when Scott rolled up and scared me to death (I hadn’t heard him coming), which we both laughed about.  I was soon emptying the contents of the van again so that he could get in and try it out.  After all, I had been talking to him on the phone almost daily for over a month (it makes me think of the story written by Chris Wayne).  I think it was his mom who brought him, but she mainly kept a distance and let Scott check the van out.  It was dark out by the time I was packing the van back up to go home.  He had asked a thousand questions, but told me he’d call me the next day.

He called one day and said that he was going to Maine in two days, and that he wanted to buy a Toyota to take up there.  I usually needed about four days to get the whole process done (we are not like your typical car dealer), but I called in favors and managed to get him the van.

I first knew him as Hoover when Pete drove him up to our shop.  The two seemed like two peas in pod.  I’ll remember their visits to the shop fondly, as they would post up at our small lunch table with Wendy’s they picked up on the way.  Scott would pepper me with questions about the van, tell me things he had done to it to make it faster or more fuel-efficient.  He found out I was a Red Sox and Patriots fan, and that I was going to try a NASCAR fantasy league for the first time.  That’s when his emails started coming with abandon.  We had a lot of back-and-forth about the Yankees and Red Sox.  I relished the times when I could rub a Sox victory in his face; conversely he was quick to let me know when the Yankees bested my team.  I guess I’m happy that the Giants won this year, if only for him.  He would send me emails to let me know which drivers to pick for my fantasy league, who was hot, who would have a bad week.  Then somehow I wound up on the email list that a lot of you mentioned.  I could never open an email from him during work hours again. 

Thanks for letting me post something, as I feel like an outsider compared to everyone else.  I feel like I’ve known him all my life after reading all of these heart warming posts.  I really liked the one about his chair spinning out of control near the bikes.  Reading your posts is what made me want to write, but it was Hoover who inspired all of you.  What a great group of friends and family he has.  All of us can only hope that we will make a difference in so many people’s lives like he did.  Take it slow…


Gail C. Delaney writes:


I have only had the pleasure of knowing Hoover for the last five years, but from the minute I met him I felt like I had known him my whole life.  His sweetness and light were apparent to me from the beginning as was the immense kindness in his eyes.  When I was told that he had left us, my mind screamed NO not Hoover, how can that be?  And it has still not totally sunk in.  Hoover and I kept up running email chats and jokes and early on in our friendship we shared our spiritual side as well.  That’s why a day or so after I heard the news when I started getting read receipts back from his computer I just thought to myself: How Cool Is This?  God is allowing his newest Angel to keep reading all of our emails!!!  (Turned out the Angel was Dana Hollingsworth!)  Our last personal email is one I will treasure always…..he told me I was a good kisser!!  See, he really did have a way with the ladies.  Sleep well Sweet Prince until I next see you in Heaven.  I love you.



Charlie Bacharach sends:


After re-reading the eulogy Peter Corrigan wrote and his wife Dale so eloquently delivered I was struck by the comments that Hoover shared with Peter on how we could ensure his legacy. Fountains in the water holes at Longshore.  WOW!!! what a great way to remember Hoover and ensure that he continues to be with us.  What a combination of sights and sounds these fountains could be as a way for us to remember Hoover at one of the places he loved the most.  What can we do as a group to make this happen?  How can we get started?  Coop, do you have any ideas? Do others feel the same as I do?  Share your thoughts via his website.   



Tom Krygier adds :


Well Hoover the Giants did it with a little help from you!

I don't know how to start this story,  to tell you about my friend Hoover as I write this letter there are tears in my eyes. I have to thank Peter Corrigan and Mike Kashetta for introducing me to Hoover 31 years ago. But I have to say whether you have known Hoover all of your life or met him two years ago...he was your friend and he bought you into the extended family. Hoover was gentle soul and I will tell you about a side of Hoover that I'm not sure everyone knows about. While Hoover was a die hard sports fan and loved the ladies ( don't we all), Hoover was a spiritual person and a patriot....I never knew what Hoover was going to send  me whether it was a prayer or picture "of some sort".  Mog surprise me this past weekend, when he told me Hoover had sent a pic of my girls to him from our Christmas get together at Mario's.  

I have to say that I'm just going to write whatever comes mind....First BK...before kids, it was great to hang out with Hoover, and one thing that I always remember is that he called many people (not all) by abbreviated names, whether it be: Nip, Peter,Dale,Z, Cindi, Coop, Packy, Hink, Johnny, Geady, T, Nurse Rachett, Clarky, Sweetie, Mog, Matt, Tommy, Dave, Holl, Shane, Scott, Timmy,  Pete the Canadian and of course there are hundreds more .....In all the years that I've known Hoover, he never called me by my first name and for the most part I always called him Hoover.

Another aspect of Hoover which I will never forget is his facial expressions. These expressions for the most part I will never be able to described  as they were always tied to some "classic" moment and to Hoover's sense of humor. Whether these expressions "rolling of the eyes" were tied to some outrageous statements made by packy or a beautiful young lady walking by at the Patio Bar ( that Croucho Marks ) eye brow  flicker coupled with his smirk would always make me smile. His look of excitement and wonder when talking with children was a special quality that I won't forget.

 I will remember:


Watching and talking Golf.....forever with Hoover


Going to the Allman's brothers concert in Hartford.....but who fell asleep?


Going to the races.....yes he too tried to convert me to a NASCAR fan......I love the Daytona 500, but wasn't that pool "fixed"? Mike if you're reading this you have to bring the truth to the surface......I have to tell you we have had many laughs over the "fix".


Going to the patio bar....oh those Margarita's .....we must own stock in the place.


Being the designated driver.....shut-up Hoov...I'm driving not you....oh he was the worst back seat driver.


Going to the South Beach and hanging out with the boys, listening to the Allman Brother, Charlie Daniels, The Outlaws and Marshal Tucker. ( my favorite times )


Whether it was the Labor day party or some special party, all the friends were getting together....thanks Hoov


The Golf draft.....I'll take Vijay!......that was a classic pick this last year.......and it will always brings tears of laughter to my eyes

Oh I forgot, AK....after kids and last but not least one last story, one sunny Sunday afternoon in the fall I brought Erin over to Hoover's she was about 2 years old . Of course I was there to watch golf and Erin had some special jokes she wanted to tell Hoover. She walked right up to the wheel chair and said " Hoover do you know what tree barks"? and Hoover in is own way said no I don't and Erin with a rush of excitement said a Dog Wood!....they both laugh and what was so special about it, is that Hoover really laughed and connected with Erin as he did with all of his friends.

My heart felt thanks to, Nancy and Milo you have accepted all us into your home and we became part of your family and you became part of ours. Over the last 31 plus years you allowed us to stay up late without ever scolding us, but gently lead us to the door when it was time to go home.  You trusted and allowed us to take Hoover out to football games, concerts, to the beach, out for a ride, to parties or out to dinner, whether it was Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall it didn't matter. All I can say is we had fun and some classic times together.

Hoover, I will miss you, your smile, your facial expressions, your sense of humor and your friendship. Through your friendship you have made me a better person and I thank you for that.  While your passing has filled my heart with great sadness, your superbowl party was a special celebration.

I will always remember the good times .   As you always said " take it slow"     Wishing you bright sunny skies,  warm breezes and wide fairways    911


lynn hollingsworth hobgood {dale and dana's older sister} sends:

we grew up together...next door neighbors...the path blazed between the wilder's house and ours was well worn. i have a clear vision of hoover practicing basketball until dark...every single day. that routine began when hoover started bedford junior high...my husband, kenneth, is from the south and when his family journed north for our wedding.......i must say, dana and hoover showed them how under age boys can "party down"....hoover drove us to the church and back to manitou for the reception...no way hoover could have driven us after that........the thing that strikes me is that hoover never changed...his personality did not alter when he had the accident...his generous loving heart always evident...his sense of humor always in rare form...my oldest son, paul has been blessed to know hoover for 33 years...he stated out riding on the back of hoover's chair and for a two year old..nothing could be cooler..i think of nancy and the amazing woman she is...a mother who cared for her son for 33 years...24...7....she would stay up until the last friend left..no matter what time and then tend to the nightly routine of getting hoover into bed.....what an angel nancy is...i know she gave hoover his privacy when he wanted it and sat and watched sports when he wanted her company...nancy is my hero...hoover is, too.



From Griffin Uly:

I was routing for the Giants the whole time. Even when they were down 7 to 3 to the Pats, I had some feeling that they were going to score... And within a minute, it was 10 to 7... Giants. Then the Pats took back the lead 14 to 10 with only a minute or so left... Once again, I had the feeling. I told my mom: “ You watch in the last minute... Something incredible is going to happen.” My mom can quote me on that. And with 35 seconds left, the miracle happened. Giants became even more ‘giant-like’ than ever before. Hoover did you have something to do with this? I think he did :)



Melody Serafino, Patricia Reale Serafino’s daughter sends:

“Visiting Hoover every year around the holidays was a staple, a tradition which my entire family looked forward to. It was second-nature; if we were in Westport visiting for the holidays, we were spending time with Scott. My siblings and I always knew what to expect from a Hoover visit: an endless offering of fireballs and Twizzlers (Scott knew the way to a child’s heart!); a sports game on the television, whether football, golf or something else; and the walls full of Christmas cards and family photos sent to Scott by everyone who loved him and everyone whom he had touched in some way. Scott always enjoyed hearing about the minutia of what was going on at school or in whatever extra-curricular activity we were participating in at the moment. We grew up with him a very special part of our lives, and for that I am grateful. Scott, wherever you are, may you find peace, continued love and happiness. And from all of us here, we will never forget you.” 


Joseph Delco says:

I am sure Hoover made that catch in the Giant game yesterday. There is no way Tyree could have held on to that ball without divine intervention. 

Thanks Hoover !!!!!!!!!!


Patrick Hobgood sends:

Well Hoover, I don't know what to say.  None of it seems real, it is all so hard to imagine.
I sat in my apartment last night with my wife Eve and sister Elizabeth to watch the game; an unusual superbowl party to begin with: answering questions of uniform material, what the "first" in 1st and 10 means, how did they get those logos on the grass, listening to how "cute" Tom Brady is (the girls changed their tune in the second half), more analysis of the commercials than actual game footage, and having to rewind shots of Giselle in the stands (don't think neither one of us can complain too much about that one).  You'll be happy to know that in the second half Eve and Lizy were booming out sound effects every time Brady got sacked, laughing at the amount of grass stains on his jersey.  And we were all on our feet late in the fourth quarter, as I'm sure where you were, as Eli lead the G-men on that magical drive.  You would have been proud of these girls.
There are some things I will always remember about my visits to your house.  From the beginning, I knew you were the man because of my brother's affection for your friendship.  I think you both shared a special bond, Paul being an a talented point guard and all-around athlete, and a huge sports fan- including a die hard Yankees fan.  The latter being an anomaly growing up in the South.  So being a younger brother I always looked up to my brother's idols, and you were right there at the top.  I knew that you were my Uncle Dana's best friend, and that you had driven my parents to their wedding.  I remember when we listened to the cassette of the radio recording of the game you lit it up and hit the game winning shot at the buzzer.  I remember that wry smile on your face as the announcer went crazy and pandemonium broke loose.  It was in your room that I first felt my eyes physically bulge out, I remember you saying to Paul, "I don't know if he's ready yet!"  In hindsight it was all so very tame, an old swimsuit issue that Paul had stashed away on a bookshelf, but wow, what a vision - one that would set me on a path to find that perfect woman.
It took me 29 years and countless trips to your house before I saw your living room.  Your room and presence were magnetic, a place where time just rolled by.  And the occasion finally came when I brought by my then girlfriend to meet you, really to get your approval.  We sat and spoke with your mom and Sandy in the living room, chatting about how Eve and I met, living and working in the city, and my plans for graduate school.  When we had a second alone back in your room, you gave me the thumbs up and told me I had done well, maybe too well for a person of my standing.  Well, that meant the world to me, and it wasn't long there after, that I proposed to Eve.  For me it was like getting the blessing from the Godfather.
My brother and I were talking about the last time we hung out with you, after my sister's wedding in Connecticut.  This too was another anomaly for a southern girl to head north for her marriage, but I don't think my Mom and sister wouldn't have had it any other way.  After the party me, you, Paul, Eve, and our friend Jacob (you are a legend in his eyes as well) were chillin with you while Mrs. Wilder sat patiently in the van.  We spoke at great length that night, comparing notes from the wedding party, talking sports and music (you were the source for all of these categories), and most of all, we were just laughing it up.  Hoover, I can't put into words how much my family is going to miss your physical presence in our lives.  I've never seen my father so shaken the day after your funeral.  But know that you were and always will be larger than life to us all. 
It is hard to imagine that you aren't in your room right now soaking up the magic of last night.  Hard to imagine that on Saturday I was sitting in a church in between Paul and Eve, crying our eyes out, listening to most beautiful stories of one man's life.  You have the most incredible friends, and your life embodied the truest meaning.  Hard to imagine what it must have felt like to be in your den last night, as all of your buddies piled in their to watch your beloved Giants take on an overwhelmingly favored Patriot football team.  Against all odds your boys pulled off one the greatest upsets of all time, a fitting tribute to what you did on a daily basis.
What is not hard to imagine is where you were last night, as your team marched down the field.  I am not surprised to know just how much pull you have with the Big Man up there.  Hoover, you have made us all true believers of the human spirit, and where if we are the best people we can be, we will be after our time on this world.  My best to Minnie and Big Daddy, who being the fair weather fan he always was, is certainly basking in the glow from your teams victory last night. With great love and deep admiration, Patrick



Ted Schachter writes


I was a year ahead of the boy I knew as Scotty Wilder at Bedford Junior High in the late '60s.  We were friendly as young kids.  He was a successful, bright and popular athlete.  I was a bookish, quiet nerd, unable to do a pull-up and always last in the P.E. runs.  He was always kind to me-- as admiring of my achievements in spelling bees and on IQ tests as I was impressed with his sports prowess.

I'm a lifetime sports fan.  I attended the sixth game of the 1986 Met-Red Sox World Series, many great Rangers playoff games, the Staples soccer championship games of the 70s, US Open Tennis finals, and dozens of Giants games, including their 49-3 thrashing of the 49ers in the 1986 playoffs.  But it all started for me as a dedicated follower of the Bedford Bears basketball teams in 1968 and 1969.  Scotty was a guard on those squads.  

One afternoon, we were playing a vastly more powerful, deep and seemingly invulnerable team from some local urban center-- Bridgeport, Stamford or Norwalk.  They were scary-- bigger, stronger and more experienced than our guys. We were behind by double digits in the second half when Scotty came alive.  He started driving and hitting, shooting from outside and hitting, drawing fouls and hitting, slashing in, around and through everyone, defending like the Big O.  We caught up and passed that unbeatable team, and Scotty was the man.  It was like the Miracle on Ice-- an impossible achievement.

I hardly recall seeing Scotty in high school, and we fell completely out of touch after I graduated from Staples in 1972.  But I never forgot that one game in which he brought team sports alive for me.  Scott's performance that afternoon is still vivid in my mind 40 years later.  It was the single greatest individual performance and the most exciting sports event of my life.  




From Marnie Masiello... 


I was thinking of Hoover and sending emails I thought would make him laugh a few days before I heard he went into the hospital.  I kept praying he would be home to read them and I'm really so sad that was not the case. What a blessing and an inspiration you were to me and everyone you came in contact with throughout your lifetime.  I have been thinking about sharing a story and then I went looking for pictures and, well here goes. Oh, and it was 33 years ago so don't hold me to the exact details... 

Hoover was a year ahead of me in high school and although we surely met in school, it wasn't until he came home from his first year at Babson that I got to know him better.  I used to hang out on the stonewall at Longshore and since he was there watching to see who was driving by, we became friends.

The night Hoover had a small party and invited me.  I had told him that I wanted to ask one of his friends to be my senior prom date.  He may have even had the party to set the stage.  Anyway, at the end of the night, I had changed my mind and asked Scott to be my date and he said yes!  Check out how cute he is in the picture!  That twinkle in his eye and smile on his face.... it says to me "I know a secret that nobody else knows".   And did you see that wrist corsage he gave me.  That was hugh! 

Not only was I happy Scott said yes, but so was my dad.  He knew Scott from Longshore and trusted him enough to throw him the keys to his lincoln continental to drive us around all night.  Later that night or should I say morning, we returned the lincoln to the driveway.  Earlier that day my parents had given me a new car as a graduation present so I threw Scott the keys to the camaro.  He drove it before I did and broke it in.  It was a really special/fun night and it was all because of Scott.  Thanks you so much for saying yes.

 Back to that smile, that boyish grin that says "I know a secret", I believe he did.  Hoover knew how to live.  He knew how to treat people and give them love asking nothing in return, (except maybe could you lift that straw closer to my mouth).  Hoover was so loving and kind and genuine.  He would always ask about my family.  He remembered my nieces and nephew and would ask how they were by name.   Although I had not seen Hoover in a few years, I always felt connected by email jokes and invites to the Labor Day and Thanksgiving parties.  Even when I wasn't in town to attend, I would hear about them from friends like Lynne Monahan and I felt as if I was there too.

Hoover, I will miss you so much.  You are forever in my heart and I can only pray that the rest of my life is as full as yours was.  What a gift it was to have known you and been able to call you my friend.    




Griffin Uly's Story with Hoover 


Scotty ‘Hoover’ Wilder has been in my life ever since I was born. When I was a baby, my mom and especially my dad used to bring me over to see ‘Uncle Hoover’. I was introduced to my first model car at Hoover’s house. He had and still has model cars of race cars, Porsches, and other classic cars. It WAS a car enthusiast place to be. That first car that he showed me started it all. I have been a car ‘buff’ all my life thanks to Hoover. I am about to go to college to major in Automobile Design/Engineering.

I remember when I bought my first car, Hoover had to ‘approve’ it. I was looking at many different makes and models, but thanks to Hoover, I found my Volkswagen GTI. He said: ‘The GTI is a great car. It has great power and is a fun car to drive. Griff, if you don’t mind repairing it every now and then... You’ll love it.” I got a kick out of that. I then got a job at a tuning shop and began modifying my car with aftermarket parts. I used to call Hoover to see if I made the right move to buy the next part for my car or not. My parents started to hate the mods I did to my car, so Hoover began to step in my corner and persuaded my parents to let me do as I do. Hoover said: “Let him live as a teenager for God’s sake! If he wants to spend his money on his car, let him!”

I remember, the last time I saw Hoover was literally a little over a month before his passing. I just dropped by (as many of us did and still will) to say hello. Hoover was multi-tasking as usual: Reading a new Playboy that just came in the mail while switching the channels between a NASCAR race and a football game and eating his lunch... All at the same time. That right there was the highlight of my day, seeing him light up as I came to visit him. I just came into check on him, and then all of a sudden, he’s out the door calling for me to get the keys to his van. “We’re going on a little road trip...” he said. I just stood there in shock. “Huh? Ok. I’m the chauffeur then.” I took him through Westport and we went through Compo Beach. “Look at that!” he said. I thought he was referring to something lying in the middle of the road, but he was actually referring to the women in their bikinis :) “You know what Hoove? You might be getting older everyday as we all are, but you still are 17 at heart.” I brought him through town and I think I remember him saying something like this: “You what’s great about Westport?” I asked “What?“ He responds, “When the mother’s look just as good or better than their daughters.” I break down in laughter. I told him: “Why don’t I have a paper and pen when you lay the big quotes on me?” That was the last time I ever saw Scott ‘Hoover’ Wilder.

I was unable to attend his funeral due to how hit emotionally I am that he is gone. A big chunk of my life has left me... Just as my Godfather Johnny Kondub says: “There’s not 5 minutes in a day where I don’t think about Hoover.” That’s just how important he was in our lives. But we all know everyday that he is still here in spirit. I love You Hoover... No. WE ALL LOVE YOU HOOVER! NOW AND ALWAYS......

R.I.P. Scott ‘Hoover’ Wilder  (1954-2008) “A grown man, but still a kid at heart”



Stacey Clarfield Newman


I had great thoughts of Scott...he unified us with his legacy, of friendship and acceptance. he will be missed



Matthew Scanlan writes:


Unfortunately I met Hoover relatively late in my life. He came along in a package of great things. Along with him came many of the people to write on this Blog, so I have to thank all of you because one can't help remember Hoover with out remembering his friends. He was loved by all and brought a smile to the faces of his admiring on lookers. He was inspirational to say the least. Despite the turn his life took I never once saw him unhappy, cranky, or even disappointed. He was an archetype of a life fulfilled and filled with love. When I first met Hoover, like an ignorant child, I was not sure how to react, however it only took one look at the crooked smile to straiten me out and see that he would genuinely care about our friendship in ways I could only hope to some day learn. Hoover is not gone; he will live on in all of us through the things we have learned by the life he led. I write this note not just as friend but an admirer, he has touched my life and I hope one day to pass along his inspiration to those who he was unable to befriend. Thank you Hoover you changed my life and I cannot thank you enough.



Hunter Hollingsworth sends:

When I think about Hoover I remember what a bright light he was for myself and everyone else around him. The first memory I have of Hoover was when my mom brought Cooper and I to his house when I was very young. I remember seeing his room with all of his sports paraphernalia covering the walls. At first I was hesitant to interact with Hoover because at my young age I was not used to meeting people in his condition. Hoover being the amazing personality that he was found some common ground with me right away by bringing out all of his matchbox cars. After that he had me won over completely and couldn’t have felt more comfortable around him. I wish I could have interacted more with Hoover as I got older because I remember what a hilarious man he was on every occasion that we talked. In the past week I have been reading other peoples stories about Hoover. I cannot even imagine what a team he and Uncle Dana must have made in their younger years. I especially love the story that Uncle Dana told about when he went to visit Hoover at Babson during his freshman year. When he arrived at his dorm he was greeted by a sofa being tossed through a window. I can see it now, shattered glass all around Uncle Dana’s feet, and Hoover on the other side of the window smiling out at him. I must report, as a Babson freshman now, that the school has settled down quite a bit since Hoover’s time here. Don’t get me wrong Hoover, we still have a great time here, but I would probably lose my fraternity’s housing if I decided to make more room in our common room by tossing a few sofas out the window. I am filled with regret for not spending more time with Hoover, because I missed out on experiencing all that Hoover had to offer those around him. It was difficult to get a chance to speak with Hoover when I saw him at social events because you had to practically get in line to see him. Everyone would always gravitate to him as soon as he arrived. But waiting was worth the few words I got to exchange with him on every occasion. That is a testament to what a great man Hoover was. In closing I would just like to tell Hoover that I am honored to have known you, and you led a beautiful life that touched so many people around you. I will never forget you Hoover, you will be missed, but we will always remember the love that you spread to everyone around you.  



From Boo Wittenbert

Been thinking about you since I heard today of your passing.

The shy smile that crossed your face when you gazed upon a friend that you hadn't see in a long time  is what I'm thinking about this evening.  You made ME feel special.  I just looked up humility.  It is the state or quality of being humble; absence of pride or self-assertion.  You had tons of that.  I will try to practice more of it in your memory.  Peace to you and your family.  Boo



Thomas Hollingsworth sends:


I have so many good memories of Hoover coming to our house in Wilton for dinner parties. He was such a good guy to be around and I feel honored to have known him. My best memory of Hoover was the last chance I got to spend time with him at Lizzy's wedding this past summer. I remember it perfectly...My brother Chad and I stood with

Hoover as the party started and caught up on what we had been doing.

Hoover was constantly cracking jokes, checking out the numerous women in their dresses, and pointing out who shouldn't be wearing what...you get the picture. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt. That is who Hoover was. He was so genuine and interested in what we were doing and it is so hard to think that he wont be there at the family gatherings. Hoover was an inspiration for me and I learned a lot from him.



Andy Hill sends:


On the face of it, it seems pretty silly to say that someone is your friend when you’ve never met that person face to face.  But Hoover was my friend even though our whole relationship was over the internet…and if you were lucky enough to know Hoover…that wouldn’t sound silly at all.  I “met” Hoover through my brother Rick, who had become tight with Hoover when he and Marna were living in Wilton.  Rick’s love for Hoover was boundless and infectious, and he promised me that I was going to really enjoying carrying on a “digital conversation” with this amazing dude…and Rick was right.  Though Hoover’s e-mails were occasionally crude (well, actually…a lot more than occasionally), the ones where I could really sense his passion and competitiveness were always about sports.  The Knicks and the Giants were the main subject, and Hoover really knew his stuff.  His humor and spirit never wavered, even while Isiah Thomas tore his beloved franchise apart.  He lived for the next game, the next highlight, the next title.So when I was watching the Giants play the Packers in frozen Lambeau Field there could be no doubt that I would pull for the Giants because I knew that it would mean the world to Hoover.  And as Tynes’ kick sailed through the uprights, all I could picture was the smile on Hoover’s face.  Who could have guessed how short-lived that smile would be?  So is it silly that I never met my friend in person?  Not silly…only kinda sad.  I wish I’d made that extra effort…the kind of effort Hoover made every day…and gotten my butt back to Westport for a cocktail and a Giants’ game.  You can bet this Sunday I’ll be one of thousands who raise their glass to Hoover and pull for the Giants.  I know that when I look in my inbox on Monday morning…whatever the outcome of the game…I’ll have a tear in my eye knowing that Hoover’s e-mail is stuck in cyberspace…gone…but never forgotten.



Mary Anne Hinckley sends:

Here are a few more pictures of Scotty. These were taken a few summers ago up in Maine on top of Cadillac Mountain. The first date I had, after becoming divorced, was with Scotty (we'd known each other as summerkids in Southwest Harbor). He invited me to watch the sunset from Cadillac Mountain and Paul Mogran was our escort. I hadn't seen Scotty in years and it was so great to get to know him again. What a wonderful man. And that twinkle in his eye!!! Hope to make it to the service.


Patricia (Patti) McMahon sends:


Jell-O shots. Can’t do just one!

After I told my stepson, Noah, the news about Hoover, he had a look of sadness and disbelief. Suddenly, a grin came over his face, and he said, “Hoover had a great life. We shouldn’t linger on the sadness, just celebrate him. Everybody’s gotta do a Jell-O shot!”

Truer words never spoken.

I met Hoover through David Squires back when Stu Jackson was the coach for the New York Knicks. Hoover knew I was a fan, so we spent a lot of time commiserating. We also shared a love of music and musicians, always in search of that rare concert or obscure blues album. Matthew and I would also get those late night phone calls about a Stevie Ray Vaughn concert being on TV, or Gimme Shelter or the Last Waltz. Hoover knew I loved those concert films.

I’ll always treasure that caravan to Toad’s Place to see the Robert Randolph Band, so much smoke billowing out the van windows it would make Cheech and Chong blush. Can’t remember most of the concert, but I think it was a great show. The ride in the van itself was good enough for me, listening to the Allman Brothers live at the Fillmore.

Christmas Eve, Matthew and I were ahead of schedule preparing for family the following day. Usually, we might go to a movie and have Chinese, but for some reason it suddenly came to both us, “Let’s drop in on Hoover!” So we burned him a Johnny Winter DVD and went over with a bottle of champagne. When we got there, Hoover and Nancy were going through a box of hardware. But they just set that aside. Three minutes later Nancy came out with chips and dip, and we popped the cork. We spent the next hour or so talking about music, watched some of the DVD, and just generally talked about what was going on in Westport.

Whether it was a Sunday afternoon or Christmas Eve, just spending time with Hoover, we all know it was always all good. I wanted to express what a beautiful tribute this web site is to Hoover. I have enjoyed each and every story. It brings us all a little closer to him. I hope we can continue to honor him, at a restaurant the first Saturday after Thanksgiving, and Labor Day weekend, in the parking lot at Compo Beach. I am sure Hoover would approve.




From: Al St. Jacques


I knew Hoover for probably 25 years and although I knew this day would inevitably come I’m still in shock at how quickly it all ended.  To say I was a good friend of Hoover would be fair.  Was I a great friend?  I hope he thought of me that way, but to be fair, I can count at least 2 dozen other great friends that are way ahead of me in that category.  How many people are ever fortunate enough to be able to say that they’ve got that many great friends in their lifetime?  The number of “good” friends Hoover had in his life was probably impossible to count.  I was fortunate to be one of them.

He was truly an inspiration to everyone.  I have never met a more courageous and genuinely kind individual in my life.  In all the years I knew him, not once did I ever see him get angry at anyone, not once did I ever hear him say a bad thing about anyone and not once did I ever see him get angry at the terrible hand he was dealt.  He lived his life with honor and with no regrets.  He was emotional at times but mostly hid his frustrations and concerns from those around him because he didn’t want people to fuss over him. He was a passionate man who had many interests.  He loved to entertain his friends and held numerous parties over the years both at home, at the beach and more recently at the Peppermill.  He loved to have people come over and just spend some time with him, watch T.V., have a beer, a shot, a smoke or just to shoot the breeze.  But nothing made him more passionate than his love for the N.Y. Yankees and the N.Y. Giants.  I am so proud to have known him and to have been involved in the many Baseball Rotisserie leagues we competed in over the years.  He went out a champion in last year’s Good-Timer’s Rotisserie league and I pray that his favorite football team will be able to say the same thing on Sunday!

I loved Hoover and will always remember him for as long as I live.  God works in mysterious ways and we have to accept what happened because we have no choice.  It is a great loss to us all and will be especially difficult for the countless friends he had locally in Westport who will surely miss him and the refuge he provided at Manitou.  Some will say it was a blessing that we knew him for all these years and that is certainly true.  But the pain will remain for a long time.  His mother Nancy has been an unbelievable parent and my heart goes out to her and Hoover’s brother Sandy for their loss. 

Hoover had a heart of gold; and was a divine inspiration for all those suffering from a handicap, because as I see it, he didn’t have a handicap, he was just a little inconvenienced.  God bless you Scott.  I hope you find the peace and comfort you deserve, and when my time comes, please say a good word for me, as I seek a place alongside you in Heaven.  

Love, Al St. Jacques


Matthew Levine sends

Summer evenings I bicycle around Longshore before the sun goes down. Frequently, Hoover would be out there, too. I'd see him in silhouette in the distance moving over the golf course. Or I'd come up on him if he was on the road and we'd cruise together and talk until we had reached the spot where he wanted to cut across for home. Every single time I saw Hoover there, at least one person would slow their car next to us and have a loving wisecrack for him, he'd have one for them, then they'd confirm plans for a get together. Many, many times he'd be in front of Splash, hanging out with a few friends at just the right time to catch the parade of young women dressed for the Patio Bar. Somebody would be holding forth and Hoover, without letting go of his attention on the speaker, would catch you with his eyes, he'd give you that little raised eyebrow heads up and point with his eyes so you wouldn't miss a particularly hot number. And more than once I was finishing my ride when I caught a glimpse of Hoover in a particularly beautiful spot, taking in the sunset.


Chris Wayne writes


I first met, and only knew Hoover at first over the phone. I was working at The Fox in Norwalk from ’94-’96, but in my early years I was overnights, then late nights. Well, this guy named Hoover would call in all the time, but not like some other callers – “hey can you play this or play that”. Not Hoover. He would call to talk music and I recognized early on that this guy knew his music. We would talk it up quite often - and he always got his song played anyway!

When I finally met Hoover (and I think it was with Roz and Aimee), at the patio of course, it was a great experience for the two of us. “You’re Chris Wayne? I’m Hoover” “You’re Hoover! The Hoover who always called me!” And we picked up right where we had left off, talking about music, after I left the radio station…I meant fired. We had a good laugh about that one too. “I always wondered why you were no longer on the air.” Ha!

From then on, we would see each other at the patio, a Thursday night at Dunvilles and even one party at the Peppermill. I was even fortunate enough one time to have Hoover follow along with my foursome at Longshore, even remarking that day “that’s not the swing of a 14 handicapper”. Hoover could surely recognize talent. Ha! If only he knew how I played the rest of the round…

I will miss seeing you Hoover. God bless.


Roz Koether writes:

As for anyone who knew Hoover, none of this seems right or real and it is impossible to imagine that I won't see him scooting through Longshore, enjoying a Sunday night at the Patio Bar and my inbox will no longer be the recipient of a classic "Hoover email".  I especially enjoyed those that dealt with friendship and the amazing beauty that this World has to offer because that was the essence of Hoover and his indomitable spirit.  Nothing stopped him, nothing got him down and his love for life and his innumerable friends was effusive!  I can honestly say that  Hoover is the least handicapped person I know.  It is a lesson to us all.  I am so thrilled that I happen to chat with Hoover on January 12th.  Hoover, being Hoover, called me to see if Dobson (our 7 years old die hard Packers Fan, just like his Dad) was there as he wanted to discuss the  Packers/Seahawks game that was taking place that day.  I laughed as I told Hoover that it was surely a sign that Dobson was getting older as he had gone over to his friends house to watch the game!!  Boys will be Boys!!  Hoover and I chatted a little more and he said to come by and visit soon.  I am so sad that I never got that chance.  When I hung up, I called Dobson at his friends house to tell him that Uncle Hoover had called to chat about the packers.  Dobson got a pen and wrote down Hoover's number and called him right away!  Certainly more fun to talk to Hoover than Mom!!  The fact that Hoover had such an impact and a presence, I think especially with the young kids, is remarkable.  There wasn't a soul who met Hoover that didn't immediately be-friend him!!  THAT IS INCREDIBLE!

One fun story about Hoover .... years ago we were all at the Patio bar (of course) enjoying a lovely summer evening.  Hoover especially liked the frozen margaritas!  Anyway .. after the band stopped and the dancing stopped, we were all out in the side parking lot saying our good-byes.  Hoover offered my friend Aimee a ride.  Aimee, a little tipsy, didn't hesitate and hopped right on to Hoover's lap.  Little did she know that she was accidentally leaning on the joy stick to Hoover's chair which instantly began to spin around and around.  We were all laughing so hard .. Hoover especially ... and Aimee thought that Hoover was doing this on purpose!  Well, after coming within inches of a row of motorcycles that they were about to knock over like dominoes, the chair stopped and we all laughed so hard!! 
I suppose I could go on and on about Hoover.  He was a great man from a great family full of endless love and support.  With parents like Nancy and Milo, it makes sense that Hoover's spirit would be so full and such a force of energy.  I have no doubt that Spirit lives with all who had the remarkable privilege to call him a friend.  God Bless your sweet, sweet heart, Hoover.  Enjoy the Sky Box view of the Game!



Chad Hollingsworth 23


I was fortunate enough to know Hoover since I was a young child. Although I did not get to see him as much as I had hoped, every time I was able to hang out with him it was an incredibly enjoyable time. Perhaps my favorite interaction with Hoover was when my younger brother Cooper and I did a fantasy baseball league with him. We did a live draft, and I had carefully crafted a draft depth chart that I was very confident would put me in contention right from the start. My confidence was soon shaken as Hoover systematically ripped apart each one of my picks. After each pick I made, without fail Hoover would chime in and make me question my decision. He did so in a way that was humorous, but as I laughed it off, I started to realize I was in way over my head. By the end of the 3 hour draft all I could say was “Just Wait and See Hoover.” Well he didn’t have to wait long, within a couple of weeks I was at the bottom of the league and my roster was beyond repair. All I could do was watch Hoover’s team crush mine week in and week out. I have never participated in a fantasy league since.  

Hoover was a great guy and knew more about music and sports then anyone I have ever met. I will miss picking his brain about the Giants, Yankees, and the next up and coming band.



Chip Stephens remembers:


Hoover’s facial expressions will always be with me  His spry “wiseguy” smile in Junior High or  the big wide “O” mouth when something amazed or surprised him, the first time I saw it was after the infamous Ridgefield BBall game when the bus got pelted with rocks, when he recounted the story to the wrestling team  “O”.  The last time I saw it was just the other day talking about the possibility of the Giants goin all the way

 I remember when one of the boys gave him the first PC, a big old box slow and ugly but it gave Hoover unbelievable pleasure and challenge, learning to type , learning programs, discovering the internet and sucking in information and technology like a vacuum.  He and I spent many hours fixing malicious virus attacks (or Uly fixes like erasing the hard drive) and updating computers and the inside of his many PCs over the years sometimes there was more dog hair inside those things than on the dogs.  Hoover was always offering a beer or…. while we worked and was always involved watching and taking in things that we fixed or learned together.

 I will miss his emails which always challenged all of us as to make sure no kids or those with a weak heart were around when the email opened.  I have a special folder in my Outlook named YOLK that I put all memorable jokes in 80% are HOOVER’s.  YIKES!   Last year before he went to Maine a friend let Hoover borrow his sons new laptop so Hoover could stay in touch over vacation.  We set it up so he could hook up to the internet outside a library up in Maine and put all the programs on he used, I begged him to let me “clean up” the computer before he returned it, he didn’t, I hope the kid enjoyed the Hooverized content that was left on it.

 Finally, like everyone else who knew him knows Hover made us all a better person .  Every day is a gift , Hoover knew that,  live like he did, stay positive, give the gift of caring and listening, never be afraid to ask for help and above all cherish your friends …. Carpe Diem




it was almost 11 years ago that i was assigned as scott's visiting nurse to manage his care. i don' why, but i have always called hime scott. from the moment i walked into ther wilder home, i became fast friends with scott, nancy and milo. as it turned out, i also became milo's nurse until he passed away.
     what a wonderful experience it has been knowing scott for all these years = such a positive attitude on life = never a complaint. he was always interested in my son, who had been on staples state cup winning soccer team and who now works for espn. he was always looking up things on espn that my son may have written. then, he was always following my son in law's career at abc sports. he always allowed my grandson play with his car cellection. our relationship was much more than a nurse/patient relationship, but a deep friendship with himself and nancy. i looked forward to my visits with scott and we always had laughs.
     scott always shared with me the wonderful relationships he had with his many friends, some of whom i met over the years. the labor day party was such a highlight in his life, not to mention all the wonderful times he had with his dear friends, who were so important to him.
i feel so honored to have known this wonderful human being and his wonderful family.

cial my dear friend = you will be so missed = i know you are watching over us all. janet



Mike & Cheryl Elliot send:


I didn’t grow up with Hoover. I went to Coleytown. We met in high school and I was a year older. My first memory was of a summer open house somewhere and Cindy Hirsch was flirting with Hoov. She was hot he was beside himself…..a bit shy, a bit unsure, It was so funny, it was the summer….it of course went nowhere!

I have so many memories especially when working at Channel-8 in New Haven. Scott would make great sport out of my less than stellar reporting, call the studio regularily and dis me. When out in public he and John Kondub would never miss an opportunity to shout much too loud “hey aren’t you Mike Elliot from Channel-8?” It would always drive me nuts.

He tuned my taste for southern rock.

Was my go to guy whenever I needed to buy anything. I never bought a car, a TV, or anything pricey without first running it by Scott. When it came to cars I always immediately stopped by so he could pass judgment….On the engine, the color, the wheels, the stereo. He was my expert!

I loved Thursday nights in the summer. I used to play nine holes every Thursday night with Pocius, Burke, Iannacone, McGeady, Monahan, Clark, and several others who as I have would fade in and out of our Thursday night gatherings. It was always slow. After teeing off on #3 I would always stop in to say hey for five minutes. Usually sucking down a quick beer. When the technology of Hoov’s wheel chair caught up with his thirst for autonomy he would motor out on the course and hang out with us always finishing up at the patio for cocktails. He was always horrified with my golf game! They were incredible times. They were the good old days that you sometimes don’t fully appreciate until they are gone.

In 1990 at Chery’s and my wedding Mike Kashetta brought Scott. They sat in the back of the church. At the reception Scott tells Cheryl “great wedding, I timed it. It only took 13 minutes!”

In 1995 our girls were born. Cheryl doesn't know how he knew (because they were 7 weeks early) but after giving birth Hoover rolls into the recovery room (he must have been gettting physical therapy) with a bag of m & m's to congradulate Cheryl. We named our kids Meaghan and Molly. Cheryl will never forget his smile, his warmth, the fact that he knew about everyone and everything! P.S. we didn't even make the m & m connction until much later!

I think my most poignant reflection though is simply the incredible life he led. I never heard him make an issue of his disability. He never made me feel uncomfortable around him, sorry for him. He was such a positive force. My family all loved him. We loved to visit with Meaghan, Molly and our dog’s. We all adored him and his many dogs. We loved Nancy and Milo, always so kind always so welcoming no matter what chicanery was unfolding in Hoov’s wing of the house. What an incredible women Nancy is.

For the past three decades his life has been like “Tuesdays with Morrie”, except it was everyday and with a cast of hundreds. What an amazing support system. Those close whose daily visits never wavered those far who never lost contact.

Cheryl and I stopped into see Nancy earlier this week. I took a moment to walk through his wing of the house. It was comforting. The memorabilia, the music, the magazines. On the wall everyone from Elle McPherson to Bill Parcells, and in my memory that indelible grin that Scott always wore.



From Pat (Reale) Serafino


Scott touched so many lives.  It is so moving to read these thoughts and memories of Scott.  I was especially touched by those submitted by Peter Dickstein, Art Corrigan and Patti DePalma. I share many of their feelings.

It all seems so surreal to me, as on December 30th we (my husband Michael; 2 of my children, Noelle and Brandon and myself) had the most wonderful visit with Scott.  It was our annual Christmas visit.  Scott looked very well and he was in good spirits.  We all laughed and joked as we watched basketball and talked of everything from the music scene and Paul Newman's restaurant to, yes, hopefully a class reunion at last.  Scott wanted that....so much.  He told us the story of how he had gotten so close to the famous Harvey Weinstein wedding in December....so he could catch a glimpse of movie stars who were arriving.  What a zest and curiosity for life he had!  We left Scott that day (after he checked out our new, not-hot van) with a bottle of champagne and a wish for a Happy New Year.  I sure hope that he had a hell of a New Year's eve!

How saddened and upset I was, when less than 3 weeks later I heard that Scott was so ill in the hospital.  It didn't seem possible.  I just kept thinking---it's Scott---he'll survive.  He has before.  But this time it was just too much for him.  He had given his all to living as full and enriching a life as anyone in his condition possibly could have.  Scott was certainly an example for all, of a life well-lived.

One of my first memories of Scott goes back to Bedford Junior High.  We all had to take this awful speed reading class.  Mrs. Grenfeld (?) was our teacher....and she was a big, imposing woman.  One day, she was reading us the poem "The Jabberwocky" and acting it out.  All of a sudden she swooped down, grabbed Scott out of his chair and put him under one arm (like a log).  She proceeded to stomp all around the room, making loud noises, while poor Scott (all maybe 75 lbs. of him!) was dangling face down.  We were all horrified!  Not only were we scared for him, but also afraid we might be next.  I will never forget his petrified face....eyes as big as saucers. 

My children will always remember their visits with Scott, from the time they were toddlers.  He had so many interesting things to say; he was our best source on everything.  We will always miss you, Scott-- but never forget you.  We thought you would go on forever. 

Scott....You were our hero...and Westport will never be quite the same again.  With deepest sympathy to the Wilder family, his caregivers and his close friends.

P.S. Hope that you are playing lots of b-ball up there, Scott



From Don Kondub

I can't believe the good Lord has taken our friend from us. Our loss is heaven's gain. He had a certain spirit that touched everyone. There is not a 5 minute period that doesn't go by when I don't think of Hoover.  There were two or three times this past week when some sports related event occurred (Yankees sign Cano or Rangers retire Leetch's number), and my initial thought was to make sure to call Hoover to see what he thinks. I have so many fond and wonderful memories of him. Like all of us, I will miss him dearly. 
I got down to Westport four or five times a year, and a stop at Hoovers was certainly a requirement on the trip. My wife and I missed coming to Westport this past Christmas, for we went to visit our son overseas. We ended up spending time at my parents house celebrating the holiday on Saturday, January 12th, a one-night trip that was determined at the last minute. I did not tell Hoover of this visit for I had planned to see him a few weeks later (see Super Bowl below). Well don't you know I get back home to Newton on that Sunday evening and there on my answering machine is a message from Hoover, asking me to call him. When I did, he proceeded to scold me for not stopping over. Needless to say it was a very one-sided discussion. And I did not realize one could use the word "polak" so many times in one conversation! I still wonder how he even knew I was in Westport! He had friends everywhere. 
Hoover and I had a great tradition of watching the Super Bowl together every year at his house. This would have been our 25th straight year. And I was so looking forward to this Super Bowl since the G-Men defeated the Packers two Sundays ago. I think it is going to be a huge upset. With the biggest Giant fan now watching the game from upstairs, there is no way the G-Men lose. Hoover and I were both passionate Giant and Yankee fans. I think it is why we became fast friends when we met (I think I was seven or eight).  
I take great comfort in the fact that he spent a good deal of his life surrounded by so many wonderful friends. And I must add that he had the absolute best parents a kid could want. God bless you Hoover. 



Ed Cribari


I remember the first time I brought my young son over to Hoover's house.I think Justin was about  6/7 years old. You never know what's going to come out of a child's mouth when they see someone who is different from them. We walked into Hoover's room (sports paradise) the introductions were made and it was like my son was in Disneyland. As i stood Hoover and Justin talked about all the things in Hoover's room. (except the you know what.. mags). It was like pulling teeth (after 2 hrs) trying to convince my son we had to go. Everytime we went to Hoov's Justin would bring him a little Nascar toy that we bought in S.C. As Justin got older, the talk was about music, Justin's Flyer's  vs Hoover's Ranger's, the trips to the lower parking lot after a Sunday round of golf..... :) . I believe everyone learned something from Hoover from young impressionable kids to adults.


Received from Brian McGeady: 

It is hard to think of all the good times I enjoyed with Hoov and all the people who were part of his circle of friends and people who you constantly saw at the house or heard calling in regularly to get an update on what was happening and going on around town. I was proud to be part of the Thursday night crowd which included golf in the summer followed by cocktails in the lower parking lot and even more interesting the  paddleball Thursday night which started at Hoov’s house and continued back there and ended usually at Dunvilles. Hoov was the center of all the activity that surrounded a large group of long time friends reaching back close to 50 years. Hoov made sure that we did not get into the old folk way of life, he made it a point to plan our parties and be sure we did not miss them. It was a pleasure to stop off at the house after spending over an hour on the highway towards home and get a break with a stroll over to the patio bar and around the golf course. We would set out to watch the sunset at Compo and before long have many other people stopping off to enjoy the sites with us. He kept us younger at heart and more involved in the sports, the concerts, the goings on around Westport and the ability to know that he was always there to have a good time and spend the time with anyone. The hard part is to think of all the things we had planned for the future and won’t be able to see through. It would be nice to  mention the names of the  people who touched Hoov’s life and stuck by him all these years, but I can’t type that well and there isn’t enough room. My deepest sympathies to Hoover’s mom, Nancy, whom he loved and appreciated so very much. We will miss Hoov for as long as we are around and since tomorrow is Thursday and we will not have him to make sure we are ready for paddleball, a cocktail, a sandwich and a great time with friends.  Hoov was so generous with his time  that I think it will be so very hard for everyone to accept he is not with us anymore. But be sure he is  watching over everyone and getting ready for the Super Bowl this Sunday with this special HD viewing, HEAVENLY DEFINITION.  Go Giants.I’ll never forget you, your friend Brian




Dave Squires writes:


Being 2 grades behind Hoover in school, I remembered who he was, but never really ‘knew him’ back then (my bad). We became fast friends after his accident, and never looked back. In the hospital last week, I asked “Hink” who was his friend since 4 years old, what Hoover was like before the accident. I was pleased, yet not surprised to hear, he was exactly the same; kind, funny, happy-go-lucky, gentle & caring, and easy to get a smile from. I spent a lot of time on his deck, and a lot more just a little bit “higher” than the deck, windows open, music blastin’, and big grins on our faces. I don’t think I ever missed a Labor Day party, and still recall soooo many funny stories from Moon, Nazz, Hink, Cash & Hoover. One of my fondest memories of Hoove that I don’t think anyone else had the oppertunity to experience was;  When he use to go to Norwalk Hospital to work out on the machines that helped him keep his muscles active, he was part of a group of other wheelchair bound patients. Every summer, everyone involved in the group would go to Sherwood Island for a summer party. I think I took him 3 or 4 years in a row, and always enjoyed it. It put so many things into perspective, particularly how fortunate I really am. We would always make the necessary preparations on the way over,  hang out, listen to music (which you know Hoover was in charge of), and chill till the sun went down. The park closed just after sunset, and we would always be allotted a little extra time, cause who would tell 15-20 handicapped people they had to leave. One nite, the vibe was rite, and noboby wanted the party to end, so Hoover invited everyone over to his house to continue the celebration. Sure enough, a convoy of cars & vans wound their way to 16 Manitou Rd for another couple of hours of Truckin’. We showed up, Nanc said,”What’s up”, and without batting an eye, the party was in full swing. I vividly remember sitting on that deck, crowded with wheelchairs, with me being a minority, thinking, wow, this is somthin’ else. Hoover was, and still is a true hero to me. I never once heard him complain about his lot in life. He was a gift to all of us, the glue, the magnet, and the nucleus. I think my wife summed it up when she said “I bet he’s still got every friend he ever made”. True That! PS, I got the inside word, he WILL be at the Superbowl this weekend, and The Daytona 500 next month!!      Peace to all!



Bill Angell sends:


I'm almost 62 now, and my memory 'ain't so great', but I swear I played Hoov's last round of golf with him.

I was much older than Hoov, but I knew him from hanging around Longshore. You couldn't help but like him.

Anyway, we got hooked up for that round of golf and off we went. Just the two of us. It was a beautiful day. We had lots of laughs. Even had that day not ended the way it did, it was a memorable day because it was so much fun watching him play.

After the accident, our paths crossed sometimes. But we never discussed that last round of golf.

For a while, a friend was one of Hoov's physical therapists. She would tell me what a remarkable, kind, interesting, guy Hoov was. I would say "I know." She would tell me how painful Hoov's PT was, but that he never complained. She was very impressed with him. And I would say, "with good reason."

And then my son had his car accident -- and died. It affected Hoov. The first time I saw Hoov after my son died I couldn't get Hoov to stop telling me how sorry he was. Here was Hoov -- in that wheelchair -- with all of the problems he had -- and he couldn't stop telling me how sorry he was for me. After that, I could never feel sorry for myself.

How lucky I was to have known him.


From Dave Quinn

I hadn't seen Scott in far too many years.  He always made friends easily and it sounds like he leaves many close friends behind and will be missed.  My memories go back to Saugatuck elementary, growing up in the neighborhood and on up through high school.  There was a lot of pick-up basketball, street hockey in Scott's driveway, baseball card collecting and flipping, building a jump to do wheelies on our bikes, football games on the 3rd fairway (until we tore it up on a rainy day).  Lots of back and forth between the Wilder's house and Hollingsworth's. Seeing Pistol Pete in the NIT with Leader's club at Bedford, and running all the tolls on the way home (what the hell was our teacher's name??).   Then on through Bedford and Staples.  Great seeing those Staples b-ball pictures of Hoover.  Wasn't Hoover instrumental in choosing John Mayall's Room to Move for the home game warm-ups?   As it has already been said, even with Scott's passing he continues bringing people together. 


D Scanlan (almost 15 years old)

I remember the first time I met Hoover. Right when I met him, I could tell he was the nicest guy I'd ever met. I remember going to his house and he gave me a fireball and said " If you put it in your mouth D, you can't take it out". So I stepped up to the challenge and as my mouth started burning I saw he was laughing hysterically and he said, "I'm just kidding, you can take it out." Hoover was our sports guru. Whenever me and my step-Dad or brother got into one our many fights about sports, Dave would always say, Just call Hoover. It saved a lot of time and fighting. He was my personal cheerleader, coming to my football games and always calling and asking how the team had done. I'll miss his cheering me on but I know his spirit will always be with me. love ya Hoover.



From: Christine (The Canadian's other half) few memories of Hoover.

As I try to remember the very first time I met Hoover....I cannot.

My heart & mind tell me I have known him my whole life, while in actuality he is a part of my life since 1999 or 2000 (I cant remember!)

New Car...

I remember coming home with a new car a few months back and pulling into my driveway very excited to show Pete. Well, the first thing Pete said was, " Wow nice, let's go show Hoover!"

Off to Hoover's house we went.

Hoover went round and round the car taking in every detail and saying, "Wow this is nice! Open the hood Pete I want to see the engine...nice, very nice said Hoover. He went around again, "Pete! open the door!" Hoover looked in and said, "nice, very nice..but, you should really get satellite radio installed!"

Nancy told us that years ago their friends would all come over to show Milo their new cars & now people continue to do the same thing with Hoover.


I will never ever forget Summer Sunday's at the Patio bar at Splash. Hoover would phone and say, "Hey! there's a great band playing at Splash tonight...meet me there at 630pm."

Pete and I would drive to Splash and see Hoover rolling along the greens stopping every now & again to watch someone hit a ball. He always arrived later than us, probably due to his chatting with the golfers.

Once there, he had his favorite spot (to the right of the band - best spot at the patio). So many of Hoover's friends would always be there.

Hoover always managed to chat up a few women on those nights. On one particular night I recall a woman chatting w/ Hoov for 30 min or so. When she went to kiss him on the cheek goodbye, she leaned on his accelerator & his drink spilled all over her and two of my toes got run over with that mishap..ouch!

Even though it wasn't Hoover's fault he apologized all night.

Meeting Someone for the 1st time...

Pete & I took a friend of mine (Lycette) to Hoover's house this summer to meet him & hang out with him. Nancy was on her way home from a trip.

Lycette had a small chat with Hoover on his deck & then she stepped off the deck and wandered around the yard. Upon her return she had a bouquet of Daffodils which she picked from his yard and placed in a vase for Hoover & Nancy to enjoy.

Life is quite different in our house these days without Hoover phoning ten to fifteen times a day with messages of: "Hey Christine!" put on channel 720 there's a really great band on, or "Hey Rolling Stones Channel 713" or "Tell Pete Hockey is on" or "Tell Pete golf is on" or "Hey put on Channel 737 good one! click!"

There is something so special about Hoover....he is a one of a kind gentleman and he brings out the best in us all. I will miss and never forget his humbleness, kindness,sense of humor, and his shy smile that will forever warm my heart.


From Joe Delco

When my wife Sue and I lived on Longshore we would love to go see Hoover.   It was a great to kick back, talk sports, and  "relax" (if you know what I mean) with Hoover.  Walking back to the farmhouse via the golf course in the dark was always a challenge after we left Hoover's. There was only a few years we socialized with Hoover, we survived it, and he defiantly left a lasting impression. We will cherish those memories forever. Goodbye Hoover !!


From : Arlene Scanlan 

quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur (only the good die young)

I met Hoover for the first time just 7 years ago.  Hoover was great friends with my husband Dave Squires and before we met I had no idea what to expect.  I’d never had a best friend in a wheelchair and I visualized someone frail and slightly bitter, imagine my surprise at meeting Hoover.  I will never forget that cute sideways smile he would always give me the moment I caught his eye.  

I suppose he made all of the women he knew feel especially pretty and exceptional when they were with him, at least I know that’s how he made me feel.  Hoover loved Dave and we all immediately felt as if he were part of our family.  My kids called him to find out sports scores, settle arguments or spout music or sports facts when no one could come up with the right answer. He was our personal encyclo-Hoover-pedia. I grew to love showing up at his pad on Sunday afternoons with whatever car race zooming past us on his hi def TV in the background and eating Fireballs and red licorice while listening to stories about friends, family and the latest concert coming down the pike.  I didn’t know Hoover growing up but I’ve heard some great stories both from him and from his boundless array of friends. I will profoundly miss his parties (I’d only heard of Jello shots before we met), his laugh, his gentle smile and his magnetic energy.  He was the flower that seemed to draw all the bees.  Keep Truckin’ Hoover.  We will think of you and hold your spirit in our hearts forever…

“Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Hey now get back truckin' home.” (The Grateful Dead; Truckin’)



From Charlie Bacharach


-Endless arguments as to who is the greatest guitarist ever: Dickie, Duane, Eric or Carlos

 -Playing “can you top this” with obscure Yankee trivia (I got him with: “name the only two Yankees in history to trade families”)

 -Participating in his annual NCAA March Madness pool and suffering his funny and stinging commentary on my inability to pick winners

 -Receiving his daily e-mails that would make me laugh, cry, pause and think or gag.  On this last point I’ll never think of “eight ball in the corner pocket” the same way ever again.

 -Saturday Nights of the Thanksgiving and Labor Day weekends- I don’t recall much, but what I do, sure brings a smile to my face

 -Good times at with Hoover and the crew at 9 Danbury Avenue and the back porch on Manitou Road

 Mostly I recall Hoover as a friend, someone who always left me with a smile and feeling lucky to be in his presence.  Hoover was a “glue guy”, one that kept us all together and connected in a world that seems to want to pull us all in different directions.  Let’s honor his memory by continuing to stick together even though our “glue guy” is gone.   



Sent from George Barrett


It’s hard to look at these pictures of Hoover and those hilarious legs without smiling (the impact he had on most of us,  most of the time).  My most vivid memories of Hoover go back pretty far.  Between the ages of  12 and 16, the amount of time I spent at the Wilder household, would qualify me as a permanent freeloader and the number of one-one-one games we played in his driveway may number too many to count. He liked to shoot from the left side of the driveway,  where he could take advantage of the lower rim and he was frankly, unstoppable. We played out hundreds of moments where the two of us, both playing guard would dismantle an imaginary opponent.  It was pretty amazing that we had a chance to do this together, in real life (without the dismantling part) on the court for Staples.  (Adam may remember Danbury,  but many will remember this skinny hip shooter  “lighting up” Ridgefield so badly that the fans through rocks at our team bus as we pulled away – I think the radio tapes of this game,  still exist the Wilder archives).   I will also never forget the moment Peter and I first visited Hoover right after the accident – a painful memory I have never been able to shed. But mostly,  I will remember the gleam in his eye, his courage,  his spirit and the way he made us smile.


From Chase Hollingsworth, age 11

I never really knew Hoover but I knew he was a good guy like when I went to his house and he let me play with collectable toy cars he had and I knew by looking at them they were special so I said "nah " and he understood. So hoover I hope you got good seats for the big game sunday.

From Cooper Hollingsworth, age 17 (diehard red sox fan)

 The first time I went to hang out with Hoover I fell in love with his room right away. Everywhere you looked there were sports posters, race cars, autographs, rare baseball cards, and girls. That’s not to mention the huge stack of questionable magazines on his night stand table... I would sit with Hoover and talk sports nonstop while I was there and was always looking for another opportunity to get back. Hoover I’m sorry for hassling you about the Red Sox dominating your wimpy Yankees in recent years but there is no denying who is the better team. I’m going miss IM’ing you whenever I have a question about some no names batting average from 30 years ago, how did you know the answers to toughs anyway, I need your secret? I guess I have to decide who to trade in fantasy sports on my own now but thanks for teaching me everything I know about them. GO GIANTS were all routing for them for you...


From Rick 'bunny' Hill

I met Hoover at Dale and Billie Sue's in 1985, shortly after Marna and I moved to Wilton.

We hit it off right away.

Hoover taught me so much, especially about acceptance. In the deal, I shamed
him into embracing my West Coast offense, which was a challenge for Hoove
at times.
All in all, I like to think that ours was a mutually beneficial friendship, constrained these
past 20 years by miles of physical separation. I will be sad about that for some time,
but so it goes. Hoover's character will continue to inspire and guide me.

Marna and I send condolences and thanks to all of his extended family and friends. Also, an expression of gratitude to Nancy and Milo is in order, for welcoming me into the Wilder's home with such grace and generosity.
Anyway, Marna and I look forward to sharing the celebration of his life this weekend.

Hoover was fortunate to have such loyal and accomplished, dear friends.



Reflections of Hoov from Patti DePalma Slesinski

First of all I'd like to say thank you to Chip Stephens for putting this site together. It is healing to read all these written words about the Hoover. He has to be feeling the love right now!

As I read the tales of this legend, it seems the connections we all had with him were similar. Great memories of the best of times-- decades worth. Expressions of deep appreciation for a deep human being are being shared in different ways. What Scott had, he gave genuinely and generously.

The welcome mat was always out at the Wilder household (thank you Nancy and you too Milo), and a visit with Hoov was always quality time. There was always something you learned or took with you after a visit with Hoov....It wasn't only about perfecting the right party snacks such as jello shots or how to marinate, chill and jar fruit in the highest quality vodkas either. I learned of the best radio stations, radio shows, new recording artists, old music I forgot about (would love to have some of Hoov's mixes), something about sports (he knew when the Lobos were #1), and always an update on blasts from the past. They were always good stories to listen to. And hey! did he not have a knack for connecting with people of every age or just met? He even coached my youngest son Scott (about 7 at the time) how to hit those little white balls with proper form. He dramatically improved his swing too! He never lost his touch. Never.

Scott was definitely "the man". He had one big heart and enough love in it for everyone. He was a one-in-a-million kind of person that doesn't come along too often. One we were fortunate to have and embrace, and one that has brought us all together again in his spirit. As they say in New Mexico, "he's good people". Scott's spirit will always be in my heart (and has been). I will miss his passion for family, life and friends. We should all be so lucky to be so fondly remembered as he, a role model for all.

The Hoover memories I recall most are AM homeroom at BJHS (the first encounter), the energized b'ball games of Jr High and HS, Compo beach, the dances, the never ending parties, NYC, our strolls on Manitou Lane, the e-mails, and Club Logan. Thank you for the memories; I will miss you Hoov.


Adam Gross sends:


 As much as I want to be there this Saturday, I have a conflict that involves my Dad (now 86) that I have to attend to. I am totally sad to miss this.Hoover and I really re-connected in the past years via email and bad jokes (and bad porn).  His death has dredged all kinds of memories but no more poignant than his coming into a game against Trumbell in 1973 and draining a bunch of those from the waist set shots to help us win. He was a beaut - one of a kind and a huge spirit. In his memory I have already had beautiful things happen including emails from Adam Lubarsky and Jeff Pinyan and an amazing 40 phone call today with Jeff Williamson. We had a great fucking class. I propose a "Hoover Reunion" this summer to replace the 30th reunion we never had. Who's in?


Peter Dickstein writes:

I'm sorry that Hoover's passing is what's reconnecting some of us, but I suppose that's how it goes and that it should be added to the list of gifts he gave to his many friends.  He was a focal point and a unifier.A belated 30th/'Hoover Reunion' sounds great Adam.  I'm in.I'm sorry I won't be physically present this Saturday for Hoover's service but I will be there.  Hoover and his passing have triggered a surprising combination of sadness and amazement for me, not to mention many memories including scrubbing his family's Fords, the image of his hanger-like frame in a Staples basketball uniform and the stoked up crowds chanting for him to enter the game because they knew they'd see magic.  He was a great sixth man in hoops and in life...always providing a spark that produced excitement and entertainment.  He endured tragedy in youth and passed way too early but somehow, very remarkably, he was able to enjoy and thrive.  If that's not a profound lesson for all of us fully mobile and reasonably healthy ones I can't think of what is.  Although since moving west I only spoke with him every couple of years on December 10th (his birthday), it was always a laugh-out-loud and familiar few minutes.  He was always interested (after all he wasn't nicknamed Hoover for nothing) and interesting.  I miss him but his magic will stay with me forever. Please send my condolences to his family and regards to my buddies.


from Janet Amadio

On the 3rd fairway, my goal with the old ladies tee boxes, on top of the hill, was to get my ball past Hoover's house, that way he wouldn't have to see how bad I was. It was a bit nerve wracking for me to have to hit the ball in his view-especially since he always had tons of friends on his deck watching. My ball always landed right in front of his deck!
 Some of you remember me saying as I stood on that upper tee box: "What's my goal here?" And they would answer: "To get it past Hoover's!!" I was finally able to do just that just last year.
The thing is......I will miss him terribly both on and off the golf course. I will miss his smiling face and his good-natured demeanor. He was easy going and a pleasure to be around. Being with him lifted your spirits!
I vote we still continue the Labor Day and Thanksgiving parties he threw. Let's continue the tradition he started and kept for over a decade. He brought us all together twice a year for many years. And we have all met many wonderful people because of him. He was a blast!
Then they moved the tee box right in front of his house!




Cammie Allerdice Brand's memories

My first memory of Hoover is from 7th grade.  We had a dance called the Holly Ball and the girls asked the guys.  Hoov turned me down.  I was devastated.  He would remind me though, that he was my second choice and he had already committed to someone else.  Still, we have laughed about it ever since including last December.  I also remember Hoov for sharing his new blues favorites.  We always talked about music together and whenever I visited, he would introduce me to some new hot blues guy.  What a renaissance man! He would also always critique my cars.  He had to come to the driveway to see what I was driving, wanted to hear the radio and see under the hood. I always showed him what was under the hood even though I wasn't sure he would approve!  Tense moments! I loved him and will miss him desperately.  He could always make me smile.  Love to Nancy, Sandy and family.  He was a very lucky son and brother.  I feel so lucky to be able to call him my friend.

Dana Hollingswoth writes:


-               Moving to Manitou Rd.  Being the new kid on the block and meeting my next door neighbor, Hoover,  for the first time.


-               Starting Kindergarten at Saugatuck Elementary.  Hoover and I were in the same class.  We did get in a little bit of trouble together but nothing to serious.  Shades of things to come.


-               Sunday school class together.  Bad combination.  We did get disciplined more than a few times.


-               Playing every sport imaginable together after school and on the weekends.  Hoops, baseball, soccer, street hockey, and of course golf.  Hoov and I would sneak out on the 3rd tee and play thru #6 almost every day during the summer.


-               Playing on the Jaguar’s Little League baseball team together.  Hoover made the most amazing sliding, both eyes closed, game winning catch I’ve ever seen.    Note: Hoover always insisted that he had ONE eye opened !


-               Bedford Jr. High School years.  Playing on the same Soccer, Basketball, and Baseball teams.   All the girls loved Hoover.  Early signs of his Chick Magnetism.


-               Caddying with Hoov at Longshore.  He eventually became the course Ranger and got to ride around on a Honda 90 motorcycle pulling wheelies all day.  I drew the short straw and ended up working on the Golf Course maintenance crew.  More than once I’d be weeding the sand traps and Hoov would blow by me and point out a few weeds I missed.


-               Building a Go-Cart track in his woods and ripping around it to see could get the best times.  He always won.  Early signs of his “pedal to the metal” tendencies !


-               Going on Boat trips to Port Jeff with Hoov and his family.  The Boat’s name was “HOME RUN”.   Hoover loved Boats


-               Graduating and going to Staples.  Same story….more chicks and they ALL loved Hoov.  I kept telling him to throw me a bone every now and then. No luck.


-               Watching Hoover play hoops for Staples.  He was the best 6th man off the bench ever.  Back then tight and short shorts were the style and I remember looking at Hoov’s skinny legs and thinking there is no way he could play with the Big boys.  Not only did he play but he was awesome.  I remember the winning shot he made against Ridgefield with no time left on the clock.   UNREAL .   Ridgefield fans were so ticked they started a riot !!!!!


-               Hoover was  1 yr older than me so he got to drive first.  He started out driving Milo’s blue Ford, V8,  LTD.   His favorite thing early on was to lay patches.  Milo could never figure out why he had to replace his tires after 10K miles. 


-               Visiting Hoover at Babson.  I remember approaching his dormitory and a couch flying out the second story window. Hoov poked his head out and said, “Holl, come on up,  we’re setting up the room for a party.” !!!!!   That same weekend,  Hoov took me to Boston’s notorious Combat Zone to see the famous “Chesty Morgan” perform her act.  I remember him nudging me and saying something like, “Holl,  this will change your life.”   Out walked Ms. Morgan with two midgets supporting her Humongous breasts on silver platters !!!!!   I don’t think it changed my life but I definitely remembered that weekend.


-               Hoover’s horrible accident.  I remember driving by it and thinking that whoever was driving that car had to be in tough shape.  I didn’t know it was Hoov until the next day when Nancy called us from the Hospital.


-               Visiting Hoov along with 100’s of his friends at Park  City  Hospital.  He couldn’t speak because he had a tracheotomy but he could communicate by blinking his eyes when we pointed to a chart with the alphabet on it.


-               Hoover’s homecoming day after 9 months of rehabilitation at the Rusk Institute in NYC.  It was awesome.  Lots friends visiting, laughing, and good times.


-               Riding around in his Van.  Going to the beach or cruising thru Long Shore.



To Be Continued………


Competitive Moments by Dale Hollingsworth

As the older brothers, Sandy & I used to regularly kick ass in a modified tag/tackle football  game of 2 on 2.  I think Hoover was the toughest to tackle at the ripe old ages of 6, (Sandy and I were only 9), while Dana was merely a squirrelly little thing.  We really took them to the shed until one day, (3 years later) they were taller and stronger and had a lot of pent up anger for all the years of taking our loving hits.  They made a point of showing us that the they had arrived and;  well let’s just say, we never played them again.  Dana and Hoover went on to rule the Field of Sports, and Sandy and I decided to move on to the more competitive World of Business.  They continued to watch and give their advice as all good younger brothers do.  

Hoover’s day to day timeless advice will be certainly missed by all, but never forgotten.   Just as he was at age 6,

he was the fiercest competitor with the gentlest heart.