Digging deep for any photos. My wedding

Saturday, March 22, 2025             

I returned from the Stop and Shop in Provincetown a couple of hours ago. The sun had nearly vanished into the Bay when I decided to bolt up the hill, abandoning the groceries in the car, to catch the finale from David and Adam's deck. I hope that Adam would be pleased to hear that the peepers were singing enthusiastically from the bottom of the hill, making it official; spring is here.  

There's been something decidedly melancholy, but sweet, in the air here on 4th of July Road since Adam passed. The house and the land miss him, no doubt, as does the last of the neighborhood's old guard. I hope that his loving family, and many extraordinary friends, are finding comfort in memories and in one another.

Linda in Truro

We had a lot of really amazing, fun adventures together. I haven’t many fond memories of many times dating as far back as when we were Hebrew school together. We loved to commiserate, but mostly laugh…

There I was, a 19 year old from New England, sitting on the steps of Willoughby Hall, my first day at Pratt, and the furthest away from “home” I’d ever been.  Along comes this bear of a man, who sits down next to me, and says “Hi, I’m Adam! What’s your name?”  And so started a friendship that survived the test of time, spanning 4 decades. The adventures we had, rollicking through the city, hitching rides in Rich Goldberg’s massive sedan, visiting fire stations in the Village in the middle of the night to show my brother what “real” firemen did…. Many of my fondest memories are with Adam.  Who was more than a friend. He was my big brother when I needed that bear hug to make the demons go away.  I will never be able to fill the hole in my heart. Miss you bro. Kick ass in heaven!