2013 been rough. While in Orlando this weekend, I got word that a dear childhood friend, who I’ve known since first grade, was tragically killed in a car accident. His family lived a block from mine on Lynn Avenue…he was the brother I never had. Our time together was rare over the past couple decades…relegated mainly to class reunions…plus updates via Christmas cards (even though he was Jewish, the throng of Catholic girls in our neighborhood were a mighty influence). We’d laugh till the hiccups came reminiscing old times during those sporadic gatherings. Although he drew accolades as a physician and professor at the University of Michigan med-school, I knew him as the incorrigible, impish boy next door. And I will always remember that sweet, cherubic face of his youth.