When I start thinking about Chris, it begins with nicknames. Chris gave Ellen hers – “Bagels” – and he coined another one for Andrea – “Kneesy.” “Digger” called Chris “Good” and there were variations like “Good Eatins” and “The Good One.” Chris truly was a good one and a true friend, but it did not start out that way.
Chris moved on to Regis 2 in sophomore year while I had lived there freshman year too. The group of us who had lived there previously were close and did a lot of things together. Chris, Bill, Pete and Sean brought this to our attention and said they wanted to join the clique. We had not realized that we were excluding them, so we included them from then on. Chris led this effort to bring us together and made sure that there were no hard feelings.
Chris' passing took us all by surprise and it made me reflect on a few lost opportunities. Ellen was able to dine with Chris three times in the past year – twice in DC and once in Orlando. I was traveling when Chris was in Orlando that time, so I just thought that I would catch up with him the next time. I did not send him a note saying this and Chris likely thought the same thing – see you next time.
There are many things that will always remind me of Chris: the Stag-Her; rum and Tab; Pat Benatar; a Fairfield or Stag license plate; “Let's Go Hoyas” cheers (I am still curious why he started these at Fairfield games); concerts at Wolftrap, USAir Arena, MCI Center; racquetball at GW. I may miss Chris the most in March as he hosted a lively March Madness tournament pool.
Chris truly is one of the finest Stags ever!