I miss my cousin. We used to text or talk on the phone every couple of months. John was opinionated, as am I. It was fun having someone to talk with who shared common family memories, and whom I could discuss the latest craziness in the world. Cousin Fletch, I miss you.

I knew John “Flutch” 50 years ago in high school.   At Berkshire school, he was a warm embracing presence, who built an amazing cabin w friends from the school.  We used to hang out there and enjoy life.  He was always ready with a smile, a chuckle, a funny story.   I will miss him.