Monday, March 8, 2010
Martin A. Stein
Today we are deeply saddened by the loss of our CEO, beloved friend and mentor, Martin Stein. Martin was a wonderful man with an amazing spirit who will be missed dearly by all who knew him.
For more information, including Martin's biography, service announcements and a video tribute, please
click here.
Contributions may be made to
The Martin Stein Memorial Fund through the American Institute for Cancer Research (AICR).
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What an awesomely great man. In the short time that I had the privilege of doing business with Martin, he taught me much. Likely, without ever realizing it.
He was the ultimate leader.
A fantastic business man.
And a truly grand person.
As an entrepreneur, his actions could serve as an example and an inspiration to anyone. Trust the people around you. Give them love, respect and admiration. Be a great person.
RIP, Martin.
You have left you mark on hundreds, if not thousands of people who are following your ways. You'll be missed.
I Lost a Friend Yesterday.
Martin Stein, Founder of RMI Direct Marketing passed from this life yesterday after a losing a battle with cancer. Martin and I shared a love of the arts and as such sat on the board of a little performing arts center in Danbury, CT and enjoyed many a warm summer evening under the stars listening to artists as varied as The Three Tenors, to Willy Nelson, Sheryl Crow, Kenny Loggins and Melissa Etheridge to greats like BB King, Steve Winwood and Jerry Garcia.
Martin had a great love for food and wine and his tent at these Ives Concert Park events always gathered the most people, Martin loved to share.
There was a side to Martin that some did not see, but I had the pleasure of witnessing first hand. The humor and boyish glee that rose within him as he yanked the release valve on the “Pumpkin Chucking Cannon” he built with two close friends and dragged out each autumn to the joy of all his Roxbury, CT friends and neighbors.
This thing would launch a gourd or pumpkin skyward with a rush of air and send it 500 yards over field and meadow to the hoots and hollers of the gathered crowd. A cookout and picnic was always set out and whether you brought something or not Martin would not let you leave hungry. “Have a hot dog, a glass of wine … eat something,” He would say as he prepared to load the cannon again.
The last time I attended one of Martin’s events; my son went with me and will remember the day for the rest of his life. One of the attendees had parked his convertible Jaguar E-Type down range along the fence row about 400 yards from the cannon. An ill wind, an odd shaped pumpkin or Martin’s aim (we will never know) caused the projectile to drift wide. We could all see where it was going, could calculate where it would land, but were helpless to do anything but watch as 20 pounds of liquid pumpkin painted the white leather seats of the classic automobile, unfortunately parked at ground zero.
Martin was horrified of course, but with a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips, he turned to me and said … “Did you see the height on that one?”
I will miss Martin, it was a pleasure to have known him. But the next time I hear thunder, I will also hear Martin saying “Did you see the height on THAT one?”
Paul Evans
Evans Media Group
Kansas City’s Social Media Agency
(Formerly of Ridgefield, CT)