Liz & Ned & Kerry & I all shared a toast this week for Adam's birthday.
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Today I thought about the first summer I met Adam. I was 17 and worked at the Renaissance Festival in Sterling Forest. I'm 59 now, and my whole adult life is a fabric of golden threads of Adam. Pesto pasta dinners (in his Brooklyn apartment)... endless marathon brunches... standing on the shore watching whales at the Cape when my Liam was only 3 or 4... crying on the phone after my husband died, while he just listened, in that wonderful way he had. I don't know why I'm leaving this here... it's just that something good happened, and he's not here to share it with ... this is such a hard loss. He was so funny and kind and smart and magical. A great soul.
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When Frank Gehry was tasked with designing the Motorcycle Show at the Guggenheim Museum, the Tower galleries had on each level twisting turning ramps to display motorcycles, I found Showman Fabricators and met with Adam to go over the design and from the minute I met him, I knew he and his team could make a miracle happen. He and his team did a fabulous job, under my budget, and we became friends, my family staying at his BnB in Wellfleet and enjoying other trips there with him. I stayed in touch with him but Covid seemed to mess up many lives, and I was out of touch with him, which I will always regret. But over time, we shared going to Pratt, me a few years before him and living a life of construction, fabrication, museums etc. I will miss him forever.
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I met Adam in high school some 50 years ago, and as many others have shared, I can't remember exactly how or when we met, but we became friends. Adam was just easy to relate to. He was a generous, kind, loving, and gentle soul. He touched countless people with his stories, his humor, his artistry, and his generosity of spirit, leaving the world a better place; that is the best any of us can aspire to. Today as I remember his life and numerous accomplishments, I want to celebrate the light he brought, the gifts he shared, and the hearts he touched. So many hearts. I will always be grateful for his friendship. I miss him dearly and continue to talk to him. I think I always will. Adam, just know you are loved.
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I first met Adam in elementary school (and I think that’s him in my 6th grade class photo evaluating the room’s woodwork), moved away in 7th grade, came back in 11th. At Montclair High he was the definition of authentic. Wish there had been more time to get to know him, but one winter weekend in senior year he hosted me and another friend at the family property on the Cape (snow on the beach – a revelation). I could see why that area was such a draw for him. The only other time I was there was in 2007 for a bootleg 30-yr MHS reunion. Adam hosted the shindig at both the Wellfleet and Truro properties, logistics be damned. Here (posted next) are a couple of the photos I just found from that gathering, still taking up server space (digital packrattery has its pluses). The undersized substitute head on cardboard Elvis was provided by Will, who wasn’t able to travel from the UK (something about banjo cases being detained at security). Adam made an impression on so many. What a joy to have known him, even if only in microbursts….
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My dad was always complaining about how much time we spent on the phone as teenagers.
That summer Adam and I both had jobs at Furnas Electric, and would carpool to work. We worked out a plan that he'd call when leaving his house, so I'd be ready when he got to mine.
The kitchen phone rang. I picked up... "hello." Adam said, "on my way." I replied, "OK" and hung up.
Dad looked up from his coffee and said, "THAT'S a good phone call!"
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