I remember moving to Longacre Avenue the summer of 1963. The day the moving truck came a little boy with a blond crew cut came to watch the men unload everything but didn't say a word. That night neighbors invited us for dinner and there was the little blond boy (and his 3 sisters) again. We became friends and remained so right through high school. I remember the 2 headed sweater, the tandem bike, playing spud and horse. He taught me algebra and geometry and I taught him how to wisk up egg whites and to make french toast(we almost burned down my mom's kitchen) There were car pools and parties. fights and reconcilliations. Most of all there was fun. Rest in Peace Howie.
When everyone else was calling me "Charlie," Howie insisted that my name was "Chuck." He did it in seventh grade. He did it in eighth grade. And all the time I corrected him, he corrected me back. And, as it turns out, he was right. I've been "Chuck" ever since college. Built my career on the name "chuck" Howie was my best friend from those years. I flew down to Georgia for his wedding. I missed his son's bris because NBC double shifted me the night before the ceremony. My phoned apology was the last time I ever spoke to Howie. He downplayed it but I always felt that it marked the end to decades of friendship. It bothered me for years and I hoped to fix it all at the 20th reunion, which he did not attend. Now I wonder if he has been dead all these years.
Seeing his name on the deceased list is a major shock. When/how did this happen? Anyone know?
Deborah Rosen (Shore)
I remember moving to Longacre Avenue the summer of 1963. The day the moving truck came a little boy with a blond crew cut came to watch the men unload everything but didn't say a word. That night neighbors invited us for dinner and there was the little blond boy (and his 3 sisters) again. We became friends and remained so right through high school. I remember the 2 headed sweater, the tandem bike, playing spud and horse. He taught me algebra and geometry and I taught him how to wisk up egg whites and to make french toast(we almost burned down my mom's kitchen) There were car pools and parties. fights and reconcilliations. Most of all there was fun. Rest in Peace Howie.
Charles Schwartz
When everyone else was calling me "Charlie," Howie insisted that my name was "Chuck." He did it in seventh grade. He did it in eighth grade. And all the time I corrected him, he corrected me back. And, as it turns out, he was right. I've been "Chuck" ever since college. Built my career on the name "chuck" Howie was my best friend from those years. I flew down to Georgia for his wedding. I missed his son's bris because NBC double shifted me the night before the ceremony. My phoned apology was the last time I ever spoke to Howie. He downplayed it but I always felt that it marked the end to decades of friendship. It bothered me for years and I hoped to fix it all at the 20th reunion, which he did not attend. Now I wonder if he has been dead all these years.
Seeing his name on the deceased list is a major shock. When/how did this happen? Anyone know?