We met on South Street. Beth and I were canvassing the street - back and forth, back and forth as usual. We ran into Lark who told us she broke a shopping basket in Chef's Market. Beth yelled out to no one in particular, "Lark broke a basket!" and as you were walking by with Bob (Eu)Banks you responded without hesitation. It was a quick, funny interaction. Later that night, we passed each other on the street again and began talking. I will never forget singing "Blister in the Sun," drumming along on the pull-down metal storefront covers in the rain. That night has a special place in my heart and always did. I felt so alive - you had that infectious way about you. After that night, we began a phone friendship. We spent many nights on the phone for hours and hours and hours. You meant so much to me. I was certain we'd always be in each other's lives. We'd be at each other's weddings, our kids would be friends . . . everything. You were my brother. You could drum a beat like no one else. Your steering wheel and graduation tassel were your drum kit. Did I ever tell you how much that impressed me? Most everything about you impressed me. Someone who embodied the spirit of life and looked at the world as a child would - eyes full of wonder and discovery. On February 25, 1998, his physical being was murdered, but that unrestrained spirit will never, ever die. Brian lives through those that he loves and those who love him. He touched many and he will not be forgotten. Brian, thank you for the laughs and the sincerity and the circles.