On behalf of the Kuback family, I’d like to offer my deepest condolences to you all. John Kuback was my grandfather and I knew Mr. Bailey—Beetle—as we knew him, from summer visits to stay in Pottstown with my grandparents. My sister and I often made trips to the gas station to “help” with the carwash. My grandparents had great respect for Beetle and completely trusted him to run the business and take care of everything when they left Pottstown to visit us down in Alabama for Christmas, or when they took us on summer trips to the shore—just leave the keys with Beetle and all would be well. Even though I was just a kid, I knew that the name Beetle Bailey equaled kind and trustworthy person. When my grandfather finally decided to retire, we were all so happy to learn that Beetle was going to take over the gas station—we all knew he was the only one who would love and care for the station as much as my grandfather had. I think it made my grandfather’s transition to retirement that much easier knowing the station was in good hands. I’m sure there must have been times when Beetle’s daughters came by the station while my sister and I were there--our paths must have crossed--but we were all little kids then. I just want you to know that your dad meant a lot to my family, we mourn this loss with you and rejoice for a life well lived.
Ron was an amazing man, father, boss, and mentor. I always remember him coming into the Burger King and he would recruit me behind the scenes to come work at the station. I eventually did and it was so much fun to be able to work for him and learn about life, he had a unique perspective but he always let you make your own decisions. I will never forget the conversations we would have, when he heard me, cause I was talking to his bad ear and he would turn to me and say "who died" and he would smile at me cause I forgot what side I was on and had to say the whole conversation all over again. He would come to watch me play football and without fail over the crowd, I heard Beetle up in the stands call out Let's go Blade! which he called me cause of my thin frame. We would golf on Sundays, I am truly thankful for him taking me with him, yes his address and swing were "eccentric" but he hit it straight every time! He would not hold back with his quick whit and giving everyone a hard time, even if he didn't know you. So many laughs from the looks he would get from people who really didn't know how to take him. He will be missed but I will always take the life lessons and the integrity he taught me, that led to my success in my Navy career. Thank you Beetle for being one of the father figures in my life. Rest in Peace