Oh most beautiful, how could you leave us? why would you leave us? There’s so much that is good

and strong and right with you-wise and dear and precious…

You have done great things in your life, with your life, not a drop to be wasted or thrown askew-

TRULY.

From the days where my sister and i met you at that nazareth high school dance to endless beach

days and waves rolling: You loving the natural world, hollering to me about the toxicity of New York

City...

Upon a car drive to Yale to see the Crucible where and with my sister Angela goes, and the

blossoms white, the abundance of those star magnolia trees, long drive back to New York together

the wind, in our ears speeding us,

Then years later to meet again, we share mutual love and respect of earth amid politic gone wild.

You write to advise to help to government, you caring. It is wise thinking and alive and dynamic. It is

YOU, you did that you motivate you are young your being is effervescent and glows.

Of recent, article on Arthur Miller in New York Review of Books on that play on Crucible the political

moment then, 1950’s, how it is similar, the same again, happening, I couldn’t wait to talk to you

Joe Thomas Cheech and Chong

McSorleys 1st bar I ever went to, i went with you and Joe and Ange.

, the Last to Admit Women

Your mountains

Your exploring your bicycling your love

Simone so beautiful.

I love you both.

Love of land of earth of exploration

You say to me, When I’m not working, Colum, I dance!

You freed me to explore and live my life.

To be other, to be irregular, to not be a 9 to 5’er, to be whoever I wanted to be and you accepted me

and elevate our existence , celebrating life.

Anything else is not you Your being is of light and knowledge

…oh, a confusion, clouds passing, even clouds can be beautiful and eloquent

Always my heart celebrates you.

You so far away in Napa,

Me in New York. I wish I could have said, done, known to help you and all your family with this hard

passage on the rough waters.

Forgive me Mike, Simone, Brennan, Danielle, Marissa. Tell me now what you need, I am listening.

My dear, dear friend Mike, you left us way too soon.  I mourn the memories the four of us had yet to create, but cherish the nearly 30 years of experiences we did share.  (That wedding photo of you and Simone just reaffirms what we agreed to for years - you married way out of your league!!)

Your integrity, intelligence, curiosity about so many things, goofy smile, goofier laugh and sense of humor, deep love and pride in your family, weird Brooklyn accent (!), wonderful story-telling, and genuine warmth and friendship - these are what I already miss, and will continue to treasure going forward.

Know that your legacy for caring and giving to others will continue with your wonderful family.  

I miss you deeply, my friend.

Bruce

Simone, Brennen, Danielle, Marissa, 

Michael was such a light. I am so blessed to have had so many interactions with him as you kids matriculated through ACMS. Back to school, crab feeds, sports, etc. Moosetracks for life. Love to all of you.