Monday, December 20, 2021
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Dear Shorty: You once told me that you wanted Dick and me to be pallbearers at your funeral, with Dick gone and me in California you knew that would not come true.
Im sorry I couldn't be there for you for this last request. I did do my best to let you know often I was thinking about you though.
When I returned East a few years ago you had a chance to meet Yvonne, a few times we shared some pizza and Friendlys Ice cream.
Ill never forget the day I broke my ankle and you called the ambulance for me. You, Gloria, and Odd took care of me when I was housebound for five weeks in 3 ft of snow and ice.
I recall your delicious soup you made at Easter and shared it with me. We had plenty of talks across the kitchen table having a beer with Odd who was hiding it from his wife, well we knew better. I often I came home late from New Paltz, sometimes around 1 AM and yet you stood on your porch yelling my VCR is out. God knows I had to reset that for you could not miss your show the next day.
You offered me a room to sleep when I would return to Hudson Valley for a few days. Shorty you did quite a lot for me.
Once you told me that one night during a thunderstorm you heard a cat crying on your front porch. Opening the door it was Buckwheat. He knew enough to seek you out so as to let him in my house.
Between Tilly's hike down to Gloria's or Panaches running away and up New Street, or Panthers hissing at you under the bed covers you shared in my life for over 22 years.
I remember clearly how you stood in front of the moving van in October 2008 saying you could nt believe I was moving.
I miss that neighborhood and all that have gone before you.
I knew how you felt about the burdening the kids in the last years. There were few secrets between us, but one now can be shared. When you find Patty Straub you can tell her it was me who sent the nude bicyclist pictures to Franks Liquors using your return address. She always felt that whoever sent them would finally cough it up, but we kept it a secret from her right up to her death. May you find your Mom and Vince and rest peacefully from now on. Until we meet again " Dont do anything stupid" as you always told me. All my best to Diane and Ronnie, may they find peace in time. Bill and Yvonne Kane