I had a friend that I met at the office several years ago. I can't really say we were all that close, but I did go out for beer with him when I first moved to White Plains, way before all that stuff happened.

He got sick and died two and half years ago. It was difficult to watch - his stomach swelled and they had to drain him; dialysis, waiting list for a liver-kidney transplant. He was 57 when he died.

The apartment I live in is the one he used to live in - I mean a long time ago, 12 years or so. He was moving out and I needed a place. I found these photographs in the attic and I put them online as a memorial. Mostly they are of his days at college in Ohio.