My friend D warmed me by letting me know she was sharing remembrances of Burt with the doormen. She said she was also talking about him with her sister and their parents.
Burt and I used to see D’s parents at Sedutto’s. They would take D’s girls for ice cream, I’m guessing once a week.
I have a theory or more like a feeling that sharing stories of Burt keeps him present, not just for the sharer but for me. Actually, for all of us who cared about him.
Since Burt was outgoing and a character (I am going to go with an eccentric), Burt stories have the potential to be memorable. That’s the goal! Remembering Burt.
this is our life 