Monday, February 8, 2016
Dear Aunt Babe and all of your family:
Please accept our condolences on Jerry's passing. When I heard over the weekend, memories flashed. My Cousin Jerry was five years older than me and the first family member I looked up to. He was always fun and was very, very good to me, even when I was his younger 'pain in the ass' cousin who just wanted to follow him around. He took me to high school football games, introduced me to his fraternity brothers, and gave me my first beer behind the old St. James Church on Institute Street. Whenever we would go to visit Nana and Nanu on 26 Water Street, I couldn't get upstairs fast enough to see what Cousin Jerry was up to. And, who can forget the Left Overs and the New Brick Window. I remember going to that record store on the hill on Main Street to get the record when it came out, and the guy telling me the song, "Little Girl" was a good one with a 'driving bass drum' -- "That was my cousin on those drums." I told him. Over the years, we didn't see each other nearly enough, but I'll always remember him as "the best". Rest in Peace, Jerry.
