John Philips Zerega

Mr. "Z" was the only way I knew to address Phil. I met Mark, MR. Z's son in 7th grade at Thomilson Jr HS, we have been the best of friends ever since. The Z's were my second parents and as such helped to shape my life. In fact it was Mr. Z who hired me to help pound some nails on some house he was building/redoing somewhere.

Their garage was like a museum of science, exhibits full of "projects" that were under way. Between the boats and planes that felt Mr.Z's skill-full touch,...

Offering our deepest condolences during this time.