Don says goodbye to a friend

Irishman Dies from Stubbornness, Whiskey

Chris Connors died at age 67 after trying to box his bikini-clad hospice nurse just moments earlier. Ladies man, game slayer, and outlaw Connors told his last inappropriate joke on December 9th, 2016, that which cannot be printed here. Anyone else fighting ALS and stage 4 pancreatic cancer would have gone quietly into the night, but Connors was stark naked drinking Veuve in a house full of friends and family as Al Green played from the speakers. The way he died is just like he lived: he wrote his own rules, he fought authority and he paved his own way. And if you said he couldn’t do it, he would make sure he could.

Most people thought he was crazy for swimming in the ocean in January; for being a skinny Irish Golden Gloves boxer from Quincy, Massachusetts; for dressing up as a priest and then proceeding to get into a fight at a Jewish deli. Many gawked at his start of a career on Wall Street without a financial background — but instead with an intelligent, impish smile, love for the spoken word, irreverent sense of humor, and stunning blue eyes that could make anyone fall in love with him.

As much as people knew hanging out with him would end in a night in jail or a killer screwdriver hangover, he was the type of man that people would drive 16 hours at the drop of a dime to come see. He lived 1000 years in the 67 calendar years we had with him because he attacked life; he grabbed it by the lapels, kissed it, and swung it back onto the dance floor. At the age of 26 he planned to circumnavigate the world — instead, he ended up spending 40 hours on a life raft off the coast of Panama. In 1974, he founded the Quincy Rugby Club. In his thirties, he sustained a knife wound after saving a woman from being mugged in New York City. He didn’t slow down: at age 64, he climbed to the base camp of Mount Everest. Throughout his life, he was an accomplished hunter and birth control device tester (with some failures, notably Caitlin Connors, 33; Chris Connors, 11; and Liam Connors, 8).

He was a rare combination of someone who had a love of life and a firm understanding of what was important — the simplicity of living a life with those you love. Although he threw some of the most memorable parties during the greater half of a century, he would trade it all for a night in front of the fire with his family in Maine. His acute awareness of the importance of a life lived with the ones you love over any material possession was only handicapped by his territorial attachment to the remote control of his Sonos music.

Chris enjoyed cross dressing, a well-made fire, and mashed potatoes with lots of butter. His regrets were few, but include eating a rotisserie hot dog from an unmemorable convenience store in the summer of 1986.

Of all the people he touched, both willing and unwilling, his most proud achievement in life was marrying his wife Emily Ayer Connors who supported him in all his glory during his heyday, and lovingly supported him physically during their last days together.

Absolut vodka and Simply Orange companies are devastated by the loss of Connors. A 'Celebration of Life' will be held during Happy Hour (4 pm) at York Harbor Inn on Monday, December 19th.

In lieu of flowers, please pay open bar tab or donate to Connors’ water safety fund at




Loving the memories, Don! I can watch these videos all day.



You are a kind man, Don. Can I tell that to a gruff Navy SEAL?



BTW that table was unsteady and he did not like it..



Hahaha "" Don't hunt Ducks on a Low~Low Tide"... Nah.. You just have to be where they want to be.. In my younger days I would look a the middle of a Salt marsh.. Get in on a high tide.. You might have to spend the night but if you play your cards right you will get a few birds.. Hell, I would do that now if I had the time.. The birds have to be somewhere... The rhythm of the bay is glorious..

When you are talking in the blind it looked like fast Eddy put a e~collar on you.. This it Red from a few years go.. Notice the collar.. lol...




Nice testimonial, Don. You did it in a way that gave a nice picture of what the fellow was like.




Like an old Charger

Fu Manchu - Drive (Dirty Mary Crazy Larry)
Fu Manchu - Drive (Dirty Mary Crazy Larry)




He lived his life in a lively manner.



An Irish blessing for Chris:

May the good earth be soft under you
when you rest upon it,
and may it rest easy over you when,
at the last, you lay out under it,
And may it rest so lightly over you
that your soul may be out
from under it quickly,
and up, and off,
And be on its way to God.



Yosemite Sam


Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Bar in York Maine next to light house I'm sure Chris had a few here RIP




Rip Chris,I've known a few people that could run with him.