It seems like only a brief time ago - yet it was last May - that I shared a Mother's Day table at the Hynes' home with Vincent, Spring, Margo and Jessica. Later during my visit we went to the Museum where Vincent shone as the knowledgeable docent he was. I often wonder now how Vincent put up with the blather about high school days than Spring and I engaged in. He was a patient man. If I were to construct a memorial to him, it would be many flats painted in a rainbow of colors joined together by cables of silver, lighted by seasonal bulbs shining down on stage right. Looking up, there would be an open skylight with a view of the sky above. Music would be from a glockenspiel hiding in the wings. Vincent - if I may address you - this is only temporary. We are all going to join you in just-a-matter-of-time. Fear not! So settle in and brush up on your cloud types; polish your wings, and grab a copy of Whitman or Auden to help pass the time. Arrivederci, Vincenzo!
Monday December 18, 2017 at 10:21 pm