Ron was talented, funny, kind, and generous. I met him about 50 years ago shortly after I'd moved to Grand Haven, when I needed signs for my bookstore, The Bookman. He did those and many other projects over the years - always meticulous, quality work and on deadline. We also had a long and deep friendship through our association with the Alano Club.
My most memorable moment with Ron was a traumatic one. On the morning of 9/11, I was bringing some sign work to him. Rather than calling me up to his second story studio, he called me into his living room where he was watching the TV. "A plane hit the World Trade Center," he said. "A small plane?" I asked as I entered the room. "No," and he pointed to the inferno on the screen. While we stood there, pondering the implications of that, the second plane hit the other tower. “I guess that answers that question,” he said as we both realized our country was under attack.