George our founder and inspiration, is the definition of Man, Myth, Legend.  Born is Scranton, Pennsylvania in the early 50's, George was the oldest son of a seamstress and coal miner.  Most of George's early years were spent running the streets of Scranton.  Cars set on fire, check.  Cars pushed off cliffs, check.  Stealing X-mas presents for the family, check.  Reform schools, check.  Drinking and Smoking, check. Dropped out of school, check.  George did it all. But through it all just remained a happy, take life as it comes guy.  Never letting the crazyiness surrounding him, get in his way.  At 17, George was given a choice, by the local judge.  Go in the Army or go to Jail.  George choose Army.  The army sent George into the Airborne Infantry.  George was assigned to the  173rd Airborne out of Bragg, and sent immediately to "Nam".  George did 2 tours in Nam and loved the commarderie, and excitement of the craziness that is the Airborne.  After serving 6 years of active duty, George left to purse other ventures.  Upon getting out George found it tough.  So he went back to what he know best.  Living on the edge.  Stealing a bus and charging people to ride, check.  Hustling people at pool for $, check.  Smashing bottles over peoples heads because they were talking to his "lady", check.  George loved fast living and the excitement of it all, but wanted more.  So, he formed is own cleaning and restoration company and quickly grow into one of the best businesses in town.  Houses, Money, Ladies, Kids; he seemed to have it all.  However, George couldn't get away from his past.  One night while driving his camaro home from the local bar, George drove it straight up a pole. George was to spend the next 2 weeks in the hospital getting well.  A year later, George was at it again.  However this time George drove his Harley into the pole, and would spend the next 8 months in the hospital in a coma. After coming out of a coma, George had many issues.  But none of that kept George down or out.  He still went out and chased the ladies, smoked, and drank until the pain was better.  In 1991 George lost his battle with the many issues that he had earned.  George was remembered by all as someone who enjoyed life, and did it his way, and always smiled through whatever came his way, good or bad.  

In True CFV fashion, we SALUTE, George who "Did it his WAY" and who never let life stand in his way of having a good time and enjoying his time here on earth.