Though I was a summer resident on Shelter Island, Scott and I were inseparable. I spent most of my fall and winter weekends with Scott as a teenager on Shelter Island working at Mashomack and trying to stay out of trouble. It was refreshing to spend time with Scott and the small town sense that came along with it as opposed to the NYC atmosphere that I was exposed to during the week. However, I did contribute to Scott's knowledge of life off of SI. I was the first to introduce him to a knish. Shortly after high school Scott moved to another island, Martha's Vineyard which affected me similar to losing the use of one of my favorite past times. I visited Scott with his mother and a couple of times after that. In the course of the thirty plus years since I saw Scott, I'd try to track him down in an effort to contact him. Through a common acquaintance I was told that Scott wasn't doing well. I finally was able to reach Scott and planned to meet him in Virginia. He did imagine that we would spend hours upon hours catching up and talk about the many good times we had. Going to Sagaponack for a day at the ocean and driving around in Scott’s VW Beetle are two of many favorite memories. Unfortunately that meeting did not take place and as a result, that feeling of loss is back. My condolences to Bruce, George, Jill, Terry and Lynn. Thank you for making me feel like a part of the family way back when the ferries only held twelve cars.