Michael (Mike) John O'Connor

 United States

  • Date Of Birth: October 14, 1951
  • Date Of Death: April 26, 2019
  • State: Florida

Michael John O’Connor

Michael (Mike) John O’Connor, born October 14, 1951 in Glens Falls New York, a long-time resident of Cocoa Beach, Florida passed away April 26, 2019 in Rockledge, FL. Mike was the son of Francis Scott O’Connor and Bernadette Ann Jones of Queensbury, New York. Mike was a 1970 graduate of Queensbury High School and attended Florida Institute of Technology. He was a Vietnam Era Army veteran.

Mike learned his cooking skills while in the Army and for many years he worked as a chef at several Florida restaurants including The Pier in Cocoa Beach and was the banquet chef at the Holiday Inn, also in Cocoa Beach. According to many who worked with Mike his culinary skills were unparalleled. Some restaurants added Mike’s special recipes to their regular menus.

Mike was predeceased by his parents and nephew Allen J. Trombley, Jr. and niece Laura Lee Stark. He is survived by four sisters Katie (Peter) Cassidy of Gulfport, FL, Linda (David) Reynolds of Cape Canaveral, FL, Kathleen Stark of Stillwater, NY, Elizabeth (Allen) Trombley of Tupper Lake, NY and his nephew Wilfred Michael Stark III and nieces, Angela Reynolds, Valarie Stark and Kathleen Fronhofer.

Mike’s canine companion, Buddy is so happy because of his Dad’s arrival in heaven so they can play fetch forever.

Mike also was long-time friends with Kevin Kelley of Merritt Island, FL. Mike’s fishing trips with Kevin and Kevin’s dad, George Kelley, were some of his most treasured times. Mike always thought of Kevin’s daughters Margaret and Kathleen as his special kids, attending many sporting events and other outings with them as they grew to adulthood. On one outing, Mike felt really bad when, just after the last picture of the day, he dropped the camera into deep water and all pictures were lost. There was one year that Mike was the only person to take a team picture of Margaret’s entire basketball team.

He spent over a year touring the United States in his RV and adopted a small black and white furry bundle of joy whom he named Buddy. Buddy was Mike’s constant companion and rode on the back of Mike’s motorcycle, then learned to run next to Mike’s electric scooter when going for walks or shopping trips. Michael used to say such outrageous things to Buddy when other people were around, but he said them in a very lovingly voice, “Stupid dog!” “Get out of here, you good for nothing, rotten lazy dog!” and Buddy, of course would just stand there and wagging his tail and waiting to receive his dog treat.

For several years Mike bred cockatiels. His female Julie filled many nests and one particular off-spring, Junior, remained as a member of Mike’s household. Mike swore that he did not teach Junior how to release the clasps on gold necklaces, but Junior repeatedly did so. We always wondered if Junior’s “trick” provided side income for Mike.

Mike spent many of his ‘formative’ years in Fort Lauderdale. He said that they were some of the best years of his life, even though he really can’t remember too much of them. He told us that the action was fast, the sights were interesting and Spring Break was amazing.

Mike loved to read all sorts of literature. Sci-Fi was his favorite with non-fiction a close second. He really enjoyed Netflix because he could binge-watch shows and no commercials. He was partial to Sci-Fi and shows depicting life in the past. By far, Mike was a huge WWF fan- perhaps their biggest fan. He knew all the wrestlers’ names and their marketed personalities. Even though he knew that their matches were rehearsed, he admired the athletic ability of such large men to move so quickly. He was a big NASCAR fan (Denny Hamlin) and followed the Miami Dolphins football team.

Mike’s musical tastes were primarily limited to Jimmy Buffett and Meatloaf. Anyone hearing Mike singing along with a Meatloaf song after he’d had a few beers would never forget it. Mike’s singing went from bad to unintelligible after consuming a few beers. Michael proudly proclaimed to all that he was a Parrott Head.

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