In this morning’s edition of Sunburn, I gave a birthday shout-out to Tom Piccolo and Ron Sachs, only I wrote it as, “Celebrating today are my good friend Tom Piccolo and Ron Sachs.” This reads like Piccolo is my good friend and Sachs is some schlemiel who happens to share a birthday with Piccolo.
Nothing could be further from the truth. I meant to pluralize the word ‘friend’ because, of course, Ron is a good friend and, dare I say, mentor.
Since launching SaintPetersBlog, Ron Sachs and his firm have been inordinately generous to this enterprise. He is surely one of my biggest backers in Tallahassee and I am indebted to him for his support.
But that’s not why I really like Ron.
I like Ron for all of the reasons he can drive you just a little bit crazy. The intensity. The passion. The tenacity. It’s almost always on display when you meet with him and it’s impossible to not be invigorated by it. If you don’t like Ron — and I have yet to meet many who don’t — it’s for the same reason you don’t like the New York Yankees: because he’s always doing everything he can to win.
And yet, when I think of Ron, which, don’t worry, is not as often as this love letter would suggest, I think of the Ron I see on Facebook. The laid-back “dude” who captures beautiful photographs of sunset-framed beaches. Of the husband and father not afraid to express his deep love for his wife and family.
That’s the Ron who is my good friend. And to him I wish, “Happy birthday.”