I do not even know how to begin telling people about my memories growing up with my big brother. Just about every good time I had were times that I spent with Hank. Our favorite fishing spots; the Falls,the Glen, Marble Rock and countless other places along the Catskill creek. Always trying to pedal faster than all those farmers dogs that would chase us. Sleigh riding out of control on an old refrigerator door in the fields of the old Limestone Farm. The ski trips and ice skating on Green Lake and the ponds on the Travis Farm. Going to Jones beach body surfing and getting pounded by the surf.

All the fun we had on music row on 48th St between 6th and 7th Ave checking out all the guitars. Going to the Greenwich Village coffee houses and Washington Square Park on Sundays to listen to all the folk musicians. Our trips to Puerto Rico to visit Leroy, our guitar teacher, and making the rounds in Old San Juan hitting all the great music bars.

So many memories of having fun with my big brother. RIP Hank, I’ll Love you forever. Your little brother Ray.