farewell mr. forlenzo

i am so sad you're no longer here. i have so many fond memories of going to your house after school and listening to all your glorious old records, frank sinatra or tex ridder's 'blood on my saddle' while sipping on orange soda. or how you teased shana and called me 'blondie' during my rebellious teenage years. no more stories of your giant family and 11 siblings and stories of an era when baby boys wore dresses. i am so sad that i will not hear you play harmonica and witness the magic you brought to this world. i can see your old cobalt datsun from my window. my great neighbor for the past 27 years, i will miss you forever.