First time I met  “baby Alan” was at his Grandma Pesce’s house with his Dad. It was also the first time I became aware that baby Alan wasn’t actually a baby, but about 19 or 20. 😊

My brother married his Aunt Cathy and Alan was in the bridal party.  I was up from Florida (Kissimmee/St. Cloud/ Toho lakefront area) for the wedding.  All these years later I remember how kind and polite he was and his family was crazy about him. 

To his wife, daughters and extended family,  sorry for your loss. May all the wonderful memories Alan left you comfort you and allow you to heal and find peace.

I am deeply sorry to learn of Alan's passing. I had the amazing good fortune to grow up in The Bronx on Pearsall Avenue, the same street as him and Chris. In addition to being the undisputed top athlete in our neighborhood and high school, Alan was a born leader and one of the nicest individuals around. Not only did we play every sport, in every season "on the triangle," but he also had a major role in introducing me to Fordham Preparatory School, our storied New York high school. 

Alan, who was a year older than me at "The Prep," would literally meet me at my house every morning "down the block," and we would ride the Allerton Avenue BX 26 bus together to the Fordham University's hallowed halls. 

He was truly man for others from a very young age, and you have all undoubtedly benefited from his enormous heart in the last few decades while he established his family and career! We shall ALL miss him. 

Hail men of Fordham, hail!