Born in Cincinnati, he was the son of William Seurkamp, a police officer, and his wife, Angie Elizabeth. As a high school student, he worked at Putnick’s hardware store and picked up skills in home repair, mechanics and construction. He attended Miami University in Ohio and earned a degree from SUNY Empire State in Rochester.

In 1959, he joined the Air Force and was stationed in Colorado and New Jersey. As an aircraft mechanic, he was assigned to Florida during the April 1961 Bay of Pigs invasion in Cuba.

After leaving the military, he joined Xerox Corporation in Cincinnati. He worked his way up from service technician to management and held posts with the firm in Boston; Greenwich, Connecticut; and Rochester, New York.

He became Xerox’s manager of industrial relations and multinational customer service strategy. Mr. Seurkamp received the Xerox President’s Award.

He met his future wife, Mary Pat Reuwer, on a date arranged by friends.

“I suggested a lunch because I thought it would not take up too much time. Then, three hours later, we were still talking,” she said.

After retiring from Xerox, Mr. Seurkamp achieved a lifetime dream: to buy and run a marina. He owned and operated the East Bluff Harbor Marina on one of the Finger Lakes, Keuka Lake, in upstate New York.

“It was a lot of work for him,” his wife said. “He turned the marina around and wound up storing more than 300 boats over the winter.” Mr. Seurkamp also raced hydroplane craft and had earlier raced stock cars.

After his wife was named president of what is now Notre Dame of Maryland University in 1997, he became a presence at university events. They lived in Roland Park, and he assisted with her duties at home receptions and gatherings.

“So much of fundraising is about cultivating friendships, and that involves both partners,” his wife said. “People found Bob charming. I’d walk into a room and people would ask, ‘Where’s Bob?'”

Mr. Seurkamp also traveled with his wife to the Franz Mayer studio in Munich, Germany, to inspect work when the 19th-century stained-glass windows from the school’s Marikle Chapel of the Annunciation were restored.

“Bob’s commitment to his faith, his steadfast dedication to the Church’s mission in Baltimore and to Catholic education are truly commendable,” said Archbishop William Lori in a statement. “Mary Pat is a true pioneer in Catholic education, and Bob’s unwavering support of her work and accomplishments was evident in all that he did.”

After moving to Baltimore, Mr. Seurkamp started a consulting business in labor relations and strategic planning. He was also named executive director of the Maryland Governor’s Workforce Investment Board by Gov. Robert Ehrlich.

He collected Early American pottery, amassing a collection of more than 200 pitchers and teaching a course about this era of pottery-making. He and his wife later bought a home in Middle River on Sue Creek, which he rebuilt from the studs up. The residence housed his collection of American saltware and spongeware pottery pitchers.

Services will be held at 11:30 a.m. Monday at the Marikle Chapel of the Annunciation, Theresa Hall, on the campus of Notre Dame of Maryland University at 4701 N. Charles St.

Survivors include his wife of 43 years, Mary Pat Reuwer Seurkamp; two daughters, Kris Seurkamp Knauf, of Rochester, and Alison Brooke Pierce, of Lewisberry, Pennsylvania; a son, Robert Everett Seurkamp, of Halethorpe; and three sisters, Beverly Desmarais and Sharon Hunter, both of Clearwater, Florida, and Debi Gerbus of Cincinnati. His first wife, Joan Everett Seurkamp, died in 1972.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

“Doug played the villain or straight man, the man in authority,” Waters said. “He took direction well. His character often reacted meanly or insanely, a character who was against the morals of my world — which was actually correct.”

Born Lloyd Douglas Roberts in Richmond, Kentucky, he was the son of Lloyd Roberts, an insurance salesman, and his wife, Ann, who raised show dogs. He was a Lafayette High School graduate in Lexington, Kentucky, and was a graduate of the University of Kentucky.

Mr. Roberts moved to Manhattan and appeared with George C. Scott in the Circle in the Square Theatre’s production of “Desire Under the Elms.” He was also a page and talent coordinator for the “Today” show at Rockefeller Center.

When a new dinner theater, The Barn, opened near Richmond, Virginia, he became intrigued by the concept. He tried it briefly and later moved on, in 1966, to the Oregon Ridge Dinner Theatre in Cockeysville.

Mr. Roberts proposed marriage to his future wife, Tara Russo, at the final game of the 1966 World Series between the Orioles and the Los Angeles Dodgers. She replied, “Only if we win.” The Orioles won, and the two married a year later.

When times were lean, he became a waiter at the old Charcoal Hearth and Oyster Bay restaurants in downtown Baltimore and worked in public relations at the Painters Mill Music Fair and for the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. He later bought into the Bolton Hill Dinner Theatre, where he described himself as a cook, actor, director, owner, and dishwasher and bottle washer.

“There were, in Baltimore’s early days of theater and dinner theater and radio and TV and movies and ad voice-overs, a few people like Doug who were talented, willing to work hard and were very generous,” said Stanley Heuisler, the former Baltimore Magazine editor who acted in the 1970s. “And they were respected as the warm, genuine and professional people. Doug could do, and did, it all. And very well.”

Mr. Roberts found that a good living could be made doing commercials and voice-overs for local advertising agencies. His family said he was in more than 5,000 commercials — often anonymously. He sold cars, furniture and appliances over the air, uncredited. He also handled political campaign announcements.

But as Baltimore began attracting film scouts for location work, Mr. Roberts found himself in demand.

He appeared in “Homicide: Life on the Street” and “The Wire.” He also appeared in John Waters’ “Hairspray,” “Cecil B. Demented,” “Serial Mom” and “A Dirty Shame.”

At Maryland Public Television, Mr. Roberts appeared in “Book, Look, and Listen,” alongside singer Ethel Ennis; hosted the food documentary “Eatin’ Crab Cakes: The Best I Ever Had!”; performed in the “Consumer Survival Kit”; and did comic skits in “Crabs.”

An MPT colleague and director, Richard George, said: “‘Crabs’ was a live-on-the-air sketch comedy show featuring local talent that won 13 Emmys, and Doug was our comedy director. He was the smooth 350 V-8 engine under the hood of ‘Crabs’ that drove us to airtime on every show.”

His favorite film was 1997’s “G.I. Jane,” in which he had a scene with Anne Bancroft.

He also appeared on WBAL-TV and WBAL Radio as an entertainment and food reporter called the Beltway Gourmet.

A baseball and basketball fan, Mr. Roberts served on the Babe Ruth Birthplace Museum’s board. He also fished, hunted and collected penknives.

“He was outgoing and generous, almost to a fault,” his wife said. “But most of all, he was a family man and loved his grandchildren. He was proud to have been a working actor all his life.”

Survivors include his wife of 58 years, Tara Russo Roberts, a retired Baltimore County Schools teacher; two daughters, Hilary Roberts-King and Amy McLoughlin, both of Baltimore; a son, J. Brooke Roberts, of Marietta, Georgia; and eight grandchildren.

The Ruck Towson Funeral Home is handling the funeral arrangements.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

Born in Baltimore, he was the son of Irving Alter, an attorney who owned the Whitelock Realty Co., and his wife, Lucille. He was a 1962 Baltimore City College graduate and earned a Bachelor of Arts degree in political science from Brown University, where he excelled as a lacrosse goalie.

Mr. Alter served in the Air Force as a medic and assisted in delivering babies at Andrews Air Force Base. He was a 1970 graduate of the University of Maryland School of Law.

He joined the Manekin firm in 1971 and oversaw corporate operations, including the development of more than 20 million square feet of industrial property in Hampton, Virginia, Annapolis and Howard and Frederick counties.

“My father worked until the day he died,” said his son, Zach Alter. “He had his own style. He was kind and cool. He always said that people never worked for him. They worked with him.”

Thomas Bozzuto, a fellow developer and close friend, said: “He always brought a new idea, a thought you hadn’t considered. He brought it with a twinkle in his eye. Yet a twinkle that you knew could be trusted. Richard was a first-class real estate developer. But far more than that, he was a good and iconic man.”

Donald Manekin, a former Manekin Corp. partner, said Mr. Alter shared a vision with James Rouse about Columbia’s commercial real estate potential.

Mr. Manekin also said, “Richard also brought a 21st century understanding for financing by creating relations with institutions like Copley Real Estate Advisors in Boston and Mercantile in Baltimore to our firm.”

Mr. Alter worked extensively in Columbia along Gateway Drive and in Upper Marlboro in Prince George’s County at the National Capital Business Park.

He served on the boards of the Johns Hopkins Heart Institute Initiative Advisory Council, Sinai Hospital of Baltimore, Camp Shoresh, Beth Tfiloh Congregation, the Baltimore City Housing Partnership, Levindale Hebrew Geriatric Center and Hospital, the Maryland Heart Association and the Elijah Cummings Youth Program in Israel.

Mr. Alter was a member of Beth Tfiloh Congregation and a past president of the Beth Tfiloh Dahan Community School.

A statement on the Brown University Athletic Hall of Fame says Mr. Alter “is considered the premier goalie in Brown lacrosse history.” He was named All-American, All-Ivy and All-New England. He was also named the outstanding lacrosse player of the year in 1966 by the U.S. Intercollegiate Lacrosse Association.

Survivors include his wife of 49 years, Rosalie Kershman Alter, a Beth Tfiloh Congregation volunteer; a son, J. Zachariah Alter, of Baltimore; two daughters, Jamie Deutsch, of New Rochelle, New York, and Kelly Alter, of Vail, Colorado; two sisters, Mary Malinow, of Pikesville and Kathy Gottschalk, of Atlanta; and eight grandchildren.

Services were Friday at Sol Levinson & Brothers.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

He was taken by ambulance to the Johns Hopkins Hospital, where his death was confirmed an hour after the accident.

Born in Baltimore, he was the son of William George Herman, a Hardware Fair manager, and his wife, Priscilla Engle Herman. He attended Leith Walk Elementary, St. Matthew’s School and Ridgely Junior High, and graduated from Towson High School. He also studied at what is now Towson University and earned a degree from the Maryland Institute College of Art.

Mr. Herman lived in Cork Factory, a Guilford Avenue cooperative studio building, and was well known in the Station North arts community.

A neighbor, Lou Linden, said: “Dave was a productive artist and primarily a painter whose recent landscapes were really quite good. People said he was coming into his own. He was becoming an overnight sensation after 25 years of work.”

Another neighbor, Robert Levine, said: “Dave was a free spirit. He was a social guy and seemed to know everyone. He was an excellent artist and often talked of selling his unit one day and living on a beach.”

Mr. Herman, who took commissions for his art, also was in demand as a bartender for caterers.

“As a bartender, he liked to talk. He was magnanimous and always open to chatting with his patrons at the parties he worked,” said Liz Lord, a co-worker. “He was a joy to be around. He was carefree and laid-back.”

She also said: “Dave had a lot of chosen family and was widely networked in the music and arts community. He cared greatly for his Greenmount West and Station North neighborhoods. And yet he always wanted to leave Baltimore behind and pursue a simple life in the [Florida] Keys or the Caribbean.”

Ms. Lord said he worked parties in Bolton Hill and Roland Park and for events associated with private schools, including Bryn Mawr, Gilman, McDonogh and the St. Paul’s Schools.

“He worked with us for 15 years,” said Carey Talucci, owner of Talucci Fine Foods. “He was the best employee. He was low-maintenance. He always showed up. He was the last to leave a party because he was discussing things with our guests. They all loved him. He never got stressed in the party battle. If things got tense, he’d turn to yoga and we’d find him standing on his head on the lawn.”

“His paintings were stunning and beautiful,” Ms. Talucci said. “And he loved to surf.”

Kevin Simmons, a fellow bartender and friend, said: “Dave was a gentle soul who had a way of touching people. He found a commonality with them.”

A memorial will be held from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. Aug 10 at Area 405 at 405 E. Oliver St.

Survivors include his father and stepmother, William George and Gail Herman, of Selbyville, Delaware; his brother, Christopher Herman, of Corning, New York; and a half-sister, Stacey Herman, of Baltimore.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

Born in Boston, she was the daughter of Antonio Aucella, a Naples, Italy-born immigrant who settled in Revere, Massachusetts. He founded a construction business and was its architect and builder. Her mother was Rose Carbone, an accomplished home cook.

She met her future husband, Joe Crivello, in 1948 at a wedding in Revere.

“My father had recently left the Navy and he had crashed the wedding,” said her daughter, Donna Crivello. “They married two years later.”

The couple settled in Revere and raised their two children. Mrs. Crivello also cared for her elderly parents.

“She could pull together amazing family dinners and make it seem effortless,” said her daughter, Donna. “She was a perfectionist in the kitchen and liked to work alone.”

“My mother also worked as a dentist’s assistant, and when a nearby shop — the Sit ‘n Snack — was up for sale, she wanted to buy it. My father did not like the idea. But years later, she managed a small Italian bakery in Revere.”

After daughter Donna opened her chain of coffee shops and restaurants in Baltimore, Mrs. Crivello and her husband were dining at the Mount Vernon location at Charles and Madison streets one day.

“My mother said to me, I can make ravioli better than what you have here,” her daughter said. “And soon we had perfect triangles of large raviolis she shipped to us from outside Boston.”

By 1998, Mrs. Crivello and her husband moved to Baltimore, where she began assisting her daughter in her expanding restaurant and coffee cafe business. She worked at Donna’s at the Village of Cross Keys and at the University of Maryland Medical Center on Greene Street in downtown Baltimore.

“She was a presence in the restaurants. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see if someone dropped a fork or a napkin. She knew if a diner was signaling for attention,” her daughter, Donna, said.

After her daughter became involved with Baltimore’s Cosima restaurant, Mrs. Crivello made pastries, bread and raviolis at the Falls Road, Mill No. 1 dining establishment.

Judie Golding, the owner of the restaurant Cosima, said, “Ro [Rosemarie] taught Donna the family recipes. Since we opened, we had Mama’s Meatballs and her eggplant parmesan. And Ro could come in and make her pizoles — waffle cookies for our gelato. We treasured her.”

Golding also said, “We have regular, returning customers, and Ro imparted a warm, family feeling for them. It set the tone for Cosima.”

“She herself remembered people and had a good memory for names. She definitely had the hospitality gene,” said Golding.

Mrs. Crivello also enjoyed shopping, watching episodes of the TV show “Gunsmoke” and playing poker.

A memorial Mass will be held at 11 a.m. July 26 at St. Casimir Church, 2800 O’Donnell St. in Canton.

Survivors include her daughter, Donna Crivello, of Baltimore. Her son, Paul Crivello, died in 1981. Her husband, Joe Crivello, died in 2015 and was a Boston Globe printer.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

Born in Danville, Virginia, he was the son of Ernest B. Furgurson, a printer at the Danville Register and Bee, and his wife, Passie Ferguson. He was a first lieutenant in the Marine Corps and earned bachelor’s and master’s degrees from Columbia University after attending Averett College in Danville.

He worked nights at the Associated Press in New York City, the Roanoke World-News and the Richmond News Leader before joining The Sun in 1956. His date of employment coincided with the day the essayist and critic H.L. Mencken died.

In a 2019 article in the American Scholar, he listed his ambitions — “get out of town, go to Washington, don a trench coat, chase wars.”

As a new hire he was a general assignment reporter and covered strip mining in Garrett County, illegal game hunting on the Eastern Shore and local politics.

He also boarded the foundering African Queen, a Liberian tanker that had been abandoned by its crew off Ocean City, and wrote of efforts to salvage the damaged ship.

Mr. Furgurson soon became a member of The Sun’s Washington bureau. He initially commuted to Washington and recalled catching a morning train with congressmen Eddie Garmatz and George Fallon to make it to the Capitol by 10 a.m.

He wrote of Richard Nixon’s defeat by President John F. Kennedy in 1960. He also covered the failed Bay of Pigs invasion of Cuba and the workings of the Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson administrations.

“Pat was the ultimate wordsmith,” said Sun colleague Gilbert Lewthwaithe. “Growing up in Danville, he was sensitive to racial issues, but he was not an emotional writer. His experience was vast, nationally and internationally. He had strong opinions about race relations and humanity in general.”

“He was an acute observer of politics,” Mr. Lewthwaithe said. “And as an ex-Marine, he liked journalists who could hit the ground running and be speedy both on their feet and in their minds.”

He was a foreign correspondent at The Sun’s Moscow bureau and reported on the Vietnam War from Saigon.

He wrote the main story from the Republican and Democratic political conventions and began writing a column in 1969. He was named bureau chief in 1975 and by 1981 his column was syndicated. He retired in 1992.

Another colleague, Muriel Dobbin, said, “Pat was a superb reporter and a very good writer and was very funny as well. I think he introduced the world to the martini.”

“He was the kind of reporter who liked to go out drinking with cops. He could also be tough. He once yelled at me when I pronounced ‘Potomac’ wrong,” said Ms. Dobbin, who was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. “Pat was very much a Southerner and could tell some very funny stories about Lyndon Johnson.”

After leaving The Sun, he wrote works of history and biography, including Freedom Rising: Washington in the Civil War. He also wrote for National Geographic, Smithsonian magazine and Mid-Atlantic Country.

Carl P. Leubsdorf, a Sun colleague who later became Washington bureau chief of The Dallas Morning News, said, “Pat was cerebral and smart. Though he came out of the segregated South, he was a liberal.”

“Pat was a brilliant writer, a graceful writer. He said he had to write to know how he thought. His interests were so broad and his interests were so high — he set a terrific example in our bureau,” said Paul West, who also headed the bureau. “He was one of the greats of that era. He was the consummate gentleman and held himself to high standards. He showed us how it should be done.”

He was elected to Washington’s Gridiron Club in 1977 and was its historian from 1992 to 2002.

Survivors include his wife of 52 years, Cassie Thompson Furgurson, a retired Time magazine researcher; a daughter, Elisabeth Glyn Pogue, of Lake Ridge, Virginia; and three grandchildren. His son, E.B. Furgurson III, a former Annapolis Capital Gazette reporter who covered the killing of five of his newspaper co-workers from the back of his pickup truck, died in 2024.

Services are private.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Connie Francis, the wholesome pop star of the 1950s and ‘60s whose hits included “Pretty Little Baby” and “Who’s Sorry Now?” — the latter would serve as an ironic title for a personal life filled with heartbreak and tragedy — has died at age 87.

Radio DJ Bruce “Cousin Brucie” Morrow, a longtime friend, told The Associated Press that she died Wednesday at a hospital in Florida, the state where she had lived for years. Morrow did not cite a specific cause of death, but Francis had posted on social media earlier this month that she had been hospitalized with “extreme pain.”

Francis had gained renewed attention in recent months after “Pretty Little Baby” became a sensation on TikTok, with Kim Kardashian and Kylie Jenner among the many celebrities citing it.

“I’m flabbergasted and excited about the huge buzz my 1962 recording of ‘Pretty Little Baby’ is making all over the world,” she said in a video on TikTok, which she had joined in response to the song’s unexpected revival. “To think that a song I recorded 63 years ago is captivating new generations of audiences is truly overwhelming for me.”

Francis was a top performer of the pre-Beatles era, rarely out of the charts from 1957-64. Able to appeal to both young people and adults, she had more than a dozen Top 20 hits, starting with “Who’s Sorry Now?” and including the No. 1 songs “Don’t Break the Heart That Loves You” and “The Heart Has a Mind of Its Own.” Like other teen favorites of her time, she also starred in several films, including “Where the Boys Are” and “Follow the Boys.”

The dark-haired singer was just 17 when she signed a contract with MGM Records following appearances on several TV variety shows. Her earliest recordings attracted little attention, but then she released her version of “Who’s Sorry Now?” an old ballad by Ted Snyder, Bert Kalmar and Harry Ruby.

It, too, had little success initially until Dick Clark played it on his “American Bandstand” show in 1958. Clark featured her repeatedly on “American Bandstand,” and she said in later years that without his support, she would have abandoned her music career.

Francis followed with such teen hits as “Stupid Cupid,” “Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool” and “Lipstick on Your Collar.” Her records became hits worldwide as she re-recorded versions of her original songs in Italian and Spanish, among other languages. Her concerts around the country quickly sold out.

Meanwhile, a romance bloomed with fellow teen idol Bobby Darin, who had volunteered to write songs for her. But when her father heard rumors that the pair was planning a wedding, he stormed into a rehearsal and pulled a gun on Darin, ending their relationship and seeming to set Francis on a pained and traumatic path.

She chronicled some of it in her autobiography, “Who’s Sorry Now?”

“My personal life is a regret from A to Z,” she told The Associated Press in 1984, the year the book came out. “I realized I had allowed my father to exert too much influence over me.”

Her father, George Franconero, was a roofing contractor from New Jersey who played the accordion. She was just 3 when her father presented her with a child-size accordion, as soon as she began to show an aptitude for music. When she was 4, he began booking singing dates for her, going on to become her manager.

Although her acting career had faded by the mid-1960s, Francis was still popular on the concert circuit when she appeared at the Westbury Music Center in Westbury, New York, in 1974. She had returned to her hotel room and was asleep when a man broke in and raped her at knifepoint. He was never captured.

Francis sued the hotel, alleging its security was faulty, and a jury awarded her $2.5 million in 1976. The two sides then settled out of court for $1,475,000 as an appeal was pending. She said the attack destroyed her marriage and put her through years of emotional turmoil.

She suffered tragedy in 1981 when her brother George was shot to death as he was leaving his New Jersey home. Later that decade, her father had her committed to a psychiatric hospital, where she was diagnosed as manic-depressive. At one point, she tried to kill herself by swallowing dozens of sleeping tablets. After three days in a coma, she recovered.

Around that time, she wrote to President Ronald Reagan and volunteered to help others, calling herself ″America’s most famous crime victim.″ Reagan appointed her to a task force on violent crime.

″I don’t want people to feel sorry for me,″ she told The New York Times in 1981. ″I have my voice, a gift from God I took for granted before. He gave it back to me.″

She was married four times and would say that only her third husband, Joseph Garzilli, was worth the trouble. The other marriages each lasted less than a year.

Concetta Rosemarie Franconero was born on Dec. 12, 1937, in Newark, New Jersey. At age 9 she began appearing on television programs, including “Arthur Godfrey’s Talent Scouts” and “The Perry Como Show.” It was Godfrey who suggested she shorten her last name.

___

National Writer Hillel Italie contributed reporting from New York. Bob Thomas, a longtime Hollywood reporter for The Associated Press, was the principal writer of this obituary and died in 2014.

When Tim — who was called “T” by family and friends — was about 10 years old, his mother Mary asked him why he fought so hard to stay awake.

“His answer was, ‘I didn’t want to miss the fun,’” Rich Strachan recalled. “He was just that kind of person.”

Mr. Strachan, who became a broadcaster for Maryland football games, a lawyer and a motivational speaker after a diving accident that left him paralyzed and prevented him from continuing what had been a promising football career as a star quarterback, died of cancer on July 8. The Kensington resident was less than two months shy of celebrating his 50th birthday.

Mr. Strachan, who was in a wheelchair for the final 32 years of his life, was an inspiration to many who crossed paths with him. Mark Duffner, who coached the Terps during the early stages of Mr. Strachan’s radio broadcasting career, described Mr. Strachan as an unforgettable figure.

“We’re all better because of the impact and awareness and association with Tim Strachan,” he said. “The world needs way more people like this guy because — we called him ‘T-Bird’ — he was a rare bird.”

Added Rich Strachan: “He would tell you that he had two lives, and they were both awesome. He had a good first life and a good second life.”

Mr. Strachan was the youngest of four sons born to and raised by the former Mary Fisher, a homemaker, and Rich Strachan, cofounder of Fisher & Strachan, a commercial interior construction company in Rockville. At DeMatha Catholic in Hyattsville, Mr. Strachan developed into one of the top high school quarterback recruits nationally — on par with peers such as Peyton Manning and Donovan McNabb.

“He certainly had everything that every school in the country was looking for as a quarterback,” said Duffner, who asserted that Maryland was the first major college program to offer a scholarship to Mr. Strachan in spring 1993 after he led DeMatha to the Washington Catholic Athletic Conference title in fall 1992. “He just had everything — size, speed. So it was kind of a no-brainer.”

Despite the Terps’ offer, Mr. Strachan committed to play at Penn State. But on Aug. 5, 1993, during a family vacation at Bethany Beach, Delaware, the 17-year-old rising senior dove into a wave, struck the ocean floor with his head, and was paralyzed from the neck down.

“It was devastating,” his father said. “No one is ever prepared for anything like that. He was airlifted by a helicopter to Philadelphia because that was the regional spot for spinal cord injuries. And then Mary and I had to get our stuff together, and we drove up that night. We drove up that night, and we were there for two months.”

Mr. Strachan returned Penn State’s scholarship offer so that he could begin rehabilitation in Washington. But Duffner and the Terps reconfirmed their offer to Strachan, who accepted.

“We felt at the university that we made an offer to him, and so we honored that,” he said. “And I was very pleased that Dr. [William] Kirwan, the president of the school, and Mr. [Andy] Geiger, the athletic director, were on board to honor that scholarship. I just know that when we got the phone call that he had the accident and everything else, we just made it clear to them that the offer we had made was still enforced.”

Mr. Strachan joined the Terps’ staff as a student coach assisting with the quarterbacks. His work at the position impressed Duffner.

“He wasn’t just some guy that walked out there and was holding the football and twirling around,” he said. “He could learn quickly and had a great thirst for learning, but then could apply it in terms of helping the thought process of our players to be aware and to anticipate their next move.”

Johnny Holliday, who has served 46 years as play-by-play broadcaster for Maryland football and basketball games, asked Duffner if Mr. Strachan, a sophomore at the time, could join the broadcast as a sideline reporter during football games. Mr. Strachan was an immediate success.

“The first game he did, I’m thinking, ‘This guy is magic. It’s like he’s been doing this all of his life,’” Holliday said. “He would predict plays, and every one would come true. He’d say, ‘OK, they’ll probably go with this formation, and they’ll probably run this,’ and they ran it.”

Those who knew Mr. Strachan said that he never wavered in his belief that he would walk again. Terps coach Ralph Friedgen was struck by Mr. Starchan’s determination and remembered one night when they planned to attend an event at DeMatha after an interview in his on-campus office.

“We left at about the same time, and he beat me there,” he said. “I mean, he was just an incredible person.”

Rich Strachan said that his son refused to wallow in self-pity.

“T’s story is not a sad story,” he said. “It’s unfortunate. You could accept the fact that he was where he was, and you just went from there. He went from there, his friends went from there.”

During one preseason camp, Friedgen asked Mr. Strachan to speak to the team.

“He told my players, ‘I know you guys dread going through two-a-days in the hot sun. I would do anything just to be able to do that again,’” he said. “Very uplifting, very positive.”

Diagnosed with cancer more than a year ago, Mr. Strachan endured some trying times, especially in the past several weeks. But he always had the time and strength to welcome visitors.

“There were so many people that wanted to come into the room,” his father said. “He’d be exhausted at the end of the day, and we said, ‘Do you want us to cut back on the number of people?’ He said, ‘Oh, no, I like that.’ God gave him a special talent.”

In addition to his parents, Mr. Strachan is survived by his wife, the former Leslie Neale, of Kensington; two daughters, Sophie and Olivia; one son, Luke; and three brothers, Beau, Bret and Pooh, all of Kensington.

A vigil service of celebration will be held Monday from 3 p.m. to 5 p.m. at the Morgan and Kathy Wootten Gymnasium inside the Lt. Brendan Looney Convocation Center at DeMatha with a remembrance following at 5 p.m.

A Mass of Christian burial will take place Tuesday at 10:30 a.m. at Holy Redeemer Catholic Church in Kensington.

Have a news tip? Contact Edward Lee at eklee@baltsun.com, 410-332-6200 and x.com/EdwardLeeSun.

Born in Baltimore and raised on Glenmore Avenue in Hamilton, he was the son of George Parker Phillips Jr., a produce broker and his wife, Ann Marie Guerloff. He was a Baltimore City College graduate and earned a bachelor’s degree in history from Loyola University Maryland. He wrestled and was soccer team captain.

After briefly working for his father in the wholesale produce business, Mr. Phillips joined the Marriott Corp. and worked at its Hot Shoppes in the Washington, D.C., metro area. He was part of the opening crew of the Twin Bridges Marriott, an early development of the firm.

On March 2, 1960, he opened George Phillips’ Harbour House on the Annapolis City Dock. He sold the business in October 1995.

“A skeptical Annapolis person said he wouldn’t last six months,” said his daughter, Cora Stewart. “My father bought a piece of land that was then known as Hell’s Point. Annapolitans said it was a rough part of town and they didn’t think people would want to go there to dine. My father said it had a good view across the water and parking.”

She also said, “My father’s restaurant was a catalyst for the development of the City Dock.”

“My father was outgoing, jovial and hardworking,” his daughter said. “He was a mentor to all the young people who worked at the restaurant over the years.”

She said the restaurant was an immediate success. He enlarged the restaurant and added a terrace. He also had Brendan’s fine dining at the same site.

At a time when Annapolis restaurants were racially segregated, Mr. Phillips stated his restaurant would welcome any diner.

His son, Glenn Phillips, said, “My father was a strong supporter of social justice, and a pioneer of DEI before it was defined… He opened the first integrated restaurant in Annapolis and the Black community showed their loyalty until he closed the doors. He hired dining and kitchen staff from all walks of life.”

“He also embraced the watermen who came into the harbor and built up that section of the City Dock to be a place that people would enjoy,” his son Glenn said.

“We offered a good product — people were coming to the City Dock for his crab cakes. Crab was king for us,” said his son, Kurt Phillips, who worked at the restaurant for 15 years. “My father worked very hard. Every night, he cooked.”

“Our Maryland vegetable crab soup came from a recipe from his father-in-law, Ed Kuhl, who lived on Monroe Street in Baltimore in Pigtown,” said his son, Kurt. “The vegetable crab was our second-best seller after cream of crab. The Maryland clam chowder was our third seller in the soup category.”

In the 1960s, a popular seller was the fisherman’s platter — fried flounder, shrimp, scallops, clams and a crab cake.

For dessert, Mr. Phillips created Captain’s Confection, an ice cream pie and a Harbour House cheese pie.

He was associated with several restaurants, including the Whitehall Inn on Route 50 near the Bay Bridge, Sir Gallahad’s in Linthicum, Georgio’s in Edgewater and the Carpetbagger and Scalawag Lounge at the Holiday Inn in Parole.

He later built the Swashbuckler in Frederiksted, Saint Croix and ran the Hungry Hound, a hot dog, fried chicken and ice cream operation on Main Street.

After Mr. Phillips retired in the mid-1990s and moved to Hilton Head Island, he retained his love of cooking and hospitality.

A funeral will be held at 10:30 a.m. July 19 at First Presbyterian Church on Hilton Head Island.

Survivors include his wife of 36 years, Martha Long Phillips, a retired nurse anesthetist; three daughters, Cora Stewart, of Hanover, Amy Phillips, of Linthicum, and Jennifer Good, of Auburn, Alabama;  four sons, Stephen Phillips, of Westchester, Pennsylvania, Kurt Phillips, of Arnold, Glenn Phillips, of Atlanta and Karl Phillips, of Severna Park; 11 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren. He was formerly married to Joan Kuhl Phillips.

Have a news tip? Contact Jacques Kelly at jacques.kelly@baltsun.com and 410-332-6570.

Kochenderfer, 91, served several terms on the City Council: 1990-1998, 2000-2002 and 2007-2009.

In a social media post Monday, Havre de Grace Mayor William Martin described Kochenderfer as a humble man who was known for his integrity and commitment to public service.

Kochenderfer was born May 8, 1934 in Lewistown, Pennsylvania. He and his wife, Sara, married in 1956 and moved to Harford County in 1959, when he began working at Aberdeen Proving Ground.

He was a longtime advocate for the 1.5-mile North Park Loop Trail, which was named the Joe K Trail in his honor in 2004. He had worked with city officials and community volunteers to build and maintain the trail since 1997 and hosted community walks on the loop trail each year, telling visitors about the local history and the environmental features along the route, making a loop from the Lock House north to the CSX rail bridge and back.

Joanne Healey, executive director of the Lock House, said Kochenderfer was a mentor for many people. He worked the same shift as a volunteer at the museum every Sunday afternoon, rain or shine, retiring from his position only about one year ago. Kochenderfer volunteered at the museum for almost 30 years, serving as a museum docent and school group guide, Healey said.

“Though I only knew him for the last seven years of his journey, I was always in awe of the deeply ingrained civic engagement and tenaciousness this one person possessed,” Healey said in a tribute post on the Lock House museum’s website.

Kochenderfer was involved in many community organizations, including Scouting America; he was a committee member for Boy Scout Troop 967 for 32 years and assisted with youth soccer, girls basketball and girls softball programs.

During Kochenderfer’s time as a council member, he became known as a “champion of common-sense growth and development,” Martin said. In addition to his role on the council, Kochenderfer served on the city’s planning commission for 19 years, seven as chair.

In the 2016 interview with Bahoukas.net, which shares Havre de Grace history, Kochenderfer said he enjoyed being on the planning commission because it helped shape what Havre de Grace is and wants to be.

Kochenderfer was a military veteran who served with the 92nd Engineer Battalion, U.S. Army, at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, from 1954 to 1956. He graduated magna cum laude from Gettysburg College in 1958 with a bachelor’s degree in mathematics. He was a mathematician/manager in the Firing Tables Branch of the Launch and Flight Division from 1959 until he retired in 1988.

In addition to Sara, his wife of 69 years, he is survived by four children: Judith Glassman and husband Robert, Andrew Kochenderfer and wife Susan, Barbara Moore and husband Shonn, all of Havre de Grace; and Vance Kochenderfer of West Mifflin, Pennsylvania; six grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

A visitation will be held on Friday, from noon-2 p.m., followed by a service at 2 p.m., at Zellman Funeral Home, 927 Pulaski Highway, Havre de Grace.

“I will always remember him as a very approachable man who exemplified the highest moral conduct,” Martin said in his social media post. “On behalf of the citizens of Havre de Grace, I would like to express our sincere condolences to the friends and family of Joseph Kochenderfer.”

Have a news tip? Contact Shaela Foster at sfoster@baltsun.com or 443-826-5894.