I have many memories of "Mr. Souza," as I always called him out of respect--even into my late forties. He was an exemplar of a generation, a man who spoke his mind unapologetically with the courage of his convictions. One sensed that he knew more about life and how best to live it than others. He was a traditionalist in the best sense of the word and made me recognize that a single person, if steadfast in his beliefs, could preserve sacred values even if the rest of the world opposed them. I know he was dedicated to his family, his friends, and colleagues and stood ready, as the authentic man he was, to nurture or defend them as needed.
I'll never forget the couple of golf rounds I played with Mr. Souza and his son, Jim. (He told some of the funniest jokes I'll never repeat--at least not here!) My friend Jim and I were good players in our early forties, but Mr. Souza teed up from the men's regular tees and proceeded to give us a run for our money. I think he may have won the first time we played. The second time, I needed a birdie on the final hole to edge him out. When I sank the putt, he was quick to congratulate me. His approval meant so much because he was not a man to give undeserved praise (or censure, for that matter). He was genuine and real in a world charlatans. Mr. Souza had "the fire inside," like some other men of time, but you could sure sense his warmth when it was directed your way.
We are all going to miss him terribly. I am very grateful to have known him and to have been witness to his example. I send my love and condolences to all his family.
Stephen Lambert