Last week a guy I knew died in a fire in his apartment up the street in Harrison. I didn’t know him that well, but we were friends with all the same people. He was a genuinely nice guy; a real decent human being. The kind of guy that even though I didn’t know him real well and half the time I couldn’t remember his name, he always came over to shake my hand and say hello whenever we happened to be at the same bar. Some people just talk to you in such an earnest way that you know that they really care about people in general. He was one of those people. I know people always seem to reflect glowingly about people only after they’re gone, but in this case, he was certainly well loved by all that knew him. So many of my friends are grieving so deeply. Rest in peace Billy.