
At some point we decided to create ER, the name picked on a South Jersey tennis court because it sounded vaguely pretentious. Lou had an amazing memory and a laser sharp wit to go with a raucous laugh that was contagious, even if you were the target of his latest good-natured rant. I'd say we were like brothers, but brothers fight and have issues. If we disagreed – which was rare – we'd attribute it to the other's idiocy and move on.
Our lives took us down different paths over the years and even though we only saw each other about once a year it was always like we never stopped chatting endlessly about movies at the video store, sneaking beer into the drive-in, or catching some band we loved at a dive bar in Philly.
Take care, big fella. I hope wherever you are there's a Bo's Wok and a 24-hour rental store.
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