You're very lucky to have known him. I wish I knew him. He seems like he really enlivened those around him.
“You’re very lucky to have known him. I wish I knew him. He seems like he really enlivened those around him.”
That he did.
I remember in late 1980s we spent a day on the NE side of Tuckernuck island one September quohogging with rakes in the eel grass. About a mile offshore in chest deep water in waders with a deep overcast sky. No wind or waves and temps in the mid 70s. We raked up several bushels of quohogs and clams for him to sell to restaurants. We loaded them in floating milk cartons attached with ropes to us. When full we loaded them into his boat. When the day was done we headed back to the Madaket public dock to offloaded the catch. Neil moored his boat and we got in his truck to head back to town to sell the quohogs. In the truck (a 1970s Whillys stipped down to a flatbed with 2x8s for the bed) he handed me 2 twenties. I said “what’s that for?” He gave me a long, puzzled stare. I returned it. I accepted the money and off we went. That was Neil.
I am sure you would have been a fast friend with him.