Wednesday, October 23, 2024
There are so many things I want to say but I don’t know where to begin. I suppose first off, John, thank you for giving me a shot back in 1999 when you interviewed me. Thank you for giving “the kid from south Jersey” a chance. I still laugh that you considered everything below West Orange to be “south Jersey.” Second, it’s those comments and memories that are sticking with me. I’ll never forget you saying, when you helped move me into my house and you were driving past the sod farms of “central” Jersey, “all this open space is freaking me out man.” I’m laughing out loud as I write this. Or as we waited for pricing files to come in when we worked at the bank, you would yell “refresh” in hopes they would arrive so we could get to the Path Train, or as you called it, “the bucket of bolts” and head home.
To Darlene, Michael, and Sean, you lost a great one. John will be sorely missed but never forgotten. And John, if you’re reading this, I still refer to my man cave as the “The Madden/Potter Wing” of my home. LGR.
May the road rise to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face. May the rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Jerry “Irish in name only” (as you used to say) Foley and family