John marched to beat of his own drum. His dry wit and unique sense of humour made him an engaging soul. I recall him being deeply pensive, and a wise soul. I'll miss our impromptu chats and his warm but witty smile.

John, we had some great times, made some great memories. Wish we had gotten to that Red Sox world game we planned. Hope that the grass is green and the sky is blue and you are seated at Fenway. Miss you my friend.