Random obsession yesterday. I was trying to remember the name of a friend and work colleague who had died about seven years ago, but I could come up with only his first name. Thwarted, I tried to recall friends who had died much earlier in my youth and could do no better. This saddened me because a long time ago, I had vowed not to lose the memory of one of the first new friends I made after moving to New York. Joe Ponciano lived in White Plains and died of a heart attack while on vacation (scuba diving near Trinidad, if I am not mistaken). Sorry I forgot about you for a moment.
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