He was always in and out of City Hospital, but seemed as healthy as ever. He was forever full of shit, forever charming, forever looking to make a buck - especially off the lottery - forever laughing and thinking he was so fucking funny, forever enjoying and exploiting for all it was worth being old, ready to proclaim as a badge of honor that he was   a "senior citizen" while his bumper told everyone in traffick that he was "retired and loving it." He was forever quoting 1970s TV, "let bygones be bygones," and by me, my wife Doreen, and pretty much everyone who knew him from "Squirrel Alley" in the Common, forever missed. 

I spoke to him around midnight - of course in an argument because he was as cheap as he was generous - and he was gone that morning before we talked again. The world is a lesser place without him, the first time in my 62 years on earth that I've ever thought that about anyone. I wish he and his fake British accent would still pick up if I called. 

My condolences to HARRY's to family and all those close to him. Harry you are gone to a better place. No more hospitals, no more pain. Untill we meet again Harry fly high and save me a seat next to you. You are missed right now so dearly my friend. You were just so great to hang around with. I miss you so much right now Harry . From:  Richard Shiner.