Larry Livingston
aka L-Squared

Our Friend and Collegue

March 28, 2011

Three years ago, Larry and Judy were driving home from vacation, northbound on I-75 outside of Macon Georgia when Larry
blacked out at the wheel.
The couple miraculously survived that incident, and Larry went on to find out that he had a non-malignant tumor in his brain.
Following the initial surgery Larry and his surgeons felt that the operation was a complete success, and that Larry could go back to
the business of being Larry.  Unfortunately, after some time has passed, the tumor resurfaced, bringing with it additional black-outs
and siezures, albeit with some periods of relative normalacy in his life.
The battle was then on in earnest, and over the course of the past couple of years, Larry has undergone surgeries and radiation
treatments to remove the tumor, and combat complications from the procedeure itself.  Unfortunately, the final chapter of that
incident was written on Monday morning, March 28th, at about 11am when Larry lost his valiant battle at the age of 66, against this
irrepressible invader that refused to go away.
Larry was always on call.  His trademark "If you needs me - calls me," was heeded quite often by those of us on staff at Brossart
High School.
When the gym lights needed replacement - Larry was there to replace them.  Scoreboard lights - ditto.  I'd often call Larry on short
notice to help sell T-Shirts, and Larry was the man with the air compressor who would work in sweltering heat inflating hundreds of
camp balls over the years.  Most recently he and Tom Holtz erected the popular flat-screen TV in our concession stand lobby.  
Larry was our Director of Transportation, a job he took quite seriously.  He not only drove our busses for our athletic teams but
assigned drivers and maintained the paperwork.  Less than a year ago I was sitting on a massive boulder in the middle of the North
Channel of Lake Huron enjoying lunch on our annual Canadian fishing trip, talking to Larry on my cell phone about some
requirements for taking the Number 1 bus to Coastal Carolina for team camp.
Larry not only worked for us, but is great friends with Covington Catholic head basketball coach Mike Listerman, and when Larry
was free - he drove the Colonels to their destinations.  He "worked" with and around folks and things that he enjoyed.  Serving as a
handy man with Skip Hick's construction crew, and as a starter and clerk at A.J. Jolly Golf Course.
L-Squared, as he was known to his friends, was at his finest on the annual State Tournament trips where he assumed the role as
"hospitality director" at the Hampton Inn where we stayed.
He was a regular at Spare Time Grill where the retirees gather on a daily basis to discuss politics, religion, and any other topic
dujour, solving the world's problems..
It was Larry Livingston who directed me to the Max Livingston blog, when his just-born grandson encountered complications and
found himself fighting for his life.  We followed the Max adventure for the best part of three years, before a successful kidney
transplant seems to have rescued Max from impending doom.  Who would have thought at that time that it would have been
Grandpa Larry who we would be mourning today???  Perhaps Larry in his ever-present generous manner worked out a pact with
his God, and exchanged his life for Max's.
In the pictue at lower left, Larry is being presented his plaque, inducting him into the Contributors' Wing of the Northern Kentucky
Athletic Directors Hall of Fame.
Larry was the proud owner of a Bennington Pontoon Boat.  He was so good at exuding its merits that the company he purchased it
from hired him to sell Benningtons at the Annual Sport and Travel Show.
Larry Livingston was many things to many folks - Friend, family man, coach, salesman, electrician, and handy man.  Looking back
at the wonderful things Larry did for so many people, and for the positive impact he had on all of the lives he touched, he would
very humbly tell you that "it was just a small part of my job."
At his funeral mass during the euology, Fr. Egbers provided a humerous interlude which was appropriate with Larry's love of
boating.  He compared Larry's passing to embarking on a voyage on a sailing ship, docked here at the Port of Alexandria with all of
his friends and family gathered on the dock to see him off.  As he sailed off into the sunset his physical presence became smaller
and smaller as it neared the horizon, and became larger and larger as it approached the Port of Heaven.  Upon his arrival Jesus and
all of Larry's departed family and friends were there to greet him.  Upon disembarkng and meeting Jesus face to face, Larry
surveyed the surroundings and in very Larry Livingstonlike manner, proclaimed, as only Larry could proclaim it - "It doesn't get any
better than this."   A phrase we have all heard Larry speak many times duing his journey here on earth.
The background recording is of Mike Swauger inducting Larry
Livingston into the Northern Kentucky Athletic Director's Hall of Fame
and Larry's acceptance speech.