I was actually discussing this with his brother today. He moved in towards the end of January, 2024, and was really just settling in, cooking in his kitchen, unpacking, ordering shelves, furniture, etc. etc.
Sadly, within 2-3 months, he found out he was sick. And that it wasn’t good. Thinking about how excited he was to move to Ridgewood, grab a pretty nice apartment, give us all shit about how Manhattan sucks and Ridgewood was the place to be, it’s all pretty fucking depressing.
But thanks for all the good memories and thoughts you’re sharing.