Feeding the Parking Meter

by | Dec 17, 2010 | 0 comments

Another memorial letter excerpt: 
I remember back when we were freshman in college, and I visited him at Berklee. He had a small, cramped dorm room, and he refused to let me sleep on the floor, and made me take his bed. In the wee hours of the morning, without my knowledge, he got up twice to feed the parking meter while I slept, so my car wouldn’t get ticketed — just one small example of his generosity and friendship, which I’m sure you know quite well.

JAC

December 17, 2010

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