Wonderful tributes. Too many memories. Like when Kevin asked me to go with him to a WestConn class play competition, and then told me when he picked me up that we were still going but he wasn't participating in protest of the Kent State massacre of students that had just happened, so think that was 1970. We sat there in the bleachers until his sophomore class's play began, then he stood up, shouted out his opening line, climbed out of the stands and joined the play, shocking me and everyone sitting around us. Kevin sure knew how to make an entrance.
Who remembers the weekly Danbury newspaper Kevin talked about starting? Did he ever do it?
I last talked to him over the summer to tell him another high-school friend and drummer, Pete Genest, was dying of liver cancer. Kevin gave me his email address and I sent him info; hope they got to talk. The day after Kevin's funeral, Peter's brother called to say he had a seizure and was near death, and he died this Monday, Jan. 28, at St. Mary's Hospital hospice wing in Waterbury. Family plans a memorial gathering in the spring, fyi for those who knew Pete.
One of the last times I saw Kevin, he was cleaning off his father's gravestone in Wooster Cemetery after a snowstorm. He moved over a couple of feet and did a jig, and I guessed correctly he was dancing on his grave.
So here's to a very special person who still will be bouncing off the walls in all my memories of you, and I'll come by and dance with you sometime. Rest in peace, Kev, and hope all the love and respect shown here on these pages will comfort your family.