What if tomorrow vanished in a storm? The sky became an iridescent, silvery gray early on. As the hours passed one could notice the sky becoming swollen and shrouded in black thunderheads with the distant lightning glowing mutely like the crackling embers of smoke after the fire went out. But the Sayville ferries were still…
the power and energy of the original take was never compromised
Each breath is a reminder
I found him to be a good soul, and fun to be around
I will always love you, my dear, talented, funny, soulful brother. You’re a part of me now, part of the heart of so many of us.