Monday, February 26, 2024
Jimmy was my best friend, back in the day we were inseparable. With Jimmy at 6’ something and me 5’ and 1/2” we were known as Mutt and Jeff. We had many crazy adventures together around Woodside and beyond. I think the funniest one might have been the time we were pulled over by the police when I was “teaching” Jimmy to drive and I was in the back of my Mustang drinking from a bottle of Boone’s Farm. The officer asked me if I thought I was setting a good example, I admitted I probably was not, he told me to do better and sent us on our way. Then there was the time we decided to go into the city and ride the Roosevelt Island tram, of course it was during a thunderstorm! I was terrified, Jimmy found it hysterical. Those were the days. We stayed out of trouble for the most part or just by pure luck didn’t get caught lol. Jimmy could always make me laugh even at the most inopportune times. He used to write me notes that would make me bust out laughing in the middle of class and slip them into my high school notebooks when I wasn’t looking. The nuns were not amused. We went to every concert possible, The Stones, (I can still see him doing Mick Jagger better than Mick Jagger!), The Who, Queen, Bad Company and of course Tull, to name a few. It seems we were always waiting on line at Ticketmaster at 6am for the next one. Time spent with Jimmy was always full of music, fun and laughter. I will miss you my friend. Later…