And Yet Another Post From Lee
Well, I hate to be the bearer of additional "sad news", but this one comes with a silver lining. Cancer is never something anyone should ever encounter, and sometimes when the afflicted person goes quickly, it is a blessing in disguise.
Such it was, with a mainstay of one of our favorite haunts, Cavey's Restaurant, here in Manchester. Charlie Gigliotti, who was well-known as one of the best jazz pianists in the area, had a repertoir of standards like no other pianist I've ever heard. Charlie passed away on Monday after a battle with cancer. Janice works with his partner of many years, Carolyn Hartsfield, at Aetna.
Charlie worked with us, in picking some of the music for our wedding, by making suggestions to us on nights when we sauntered into the piano bar at Cavey's. He always made a point of segueing from whatever he was playing when we would walk in, into a medley of "Stardust" in honor of James Otis, "Deep Purple" in honor of Hazel, "I Can't Get Started" in honor of Joe and Joyce, and "At Last" in honor of us ... just as his little way of saying "Hi there ... it's good to see you again." Between each set, he'd always make a beeline to stop and spend time chatting with us, and we would talk about music or whatever else was going on at the time. He was truly a gem.
So, rather than the hellish event of last week, I am truly happy that Charlie is at rest, and is upstairs serenading Mom and Dad, Janice's uncles and aunts who have have passed before, and all our family members who had a strong affinity to music. I know he's up there doing what he loved to do ... playing the piano, and making it look so effortless.
Note To Eric
Kazo Kuniko was a male (well, mostly male) Ebony Oriental Shorthair, who passed away after a very long (19 years, 6 months) life ... and who was just an outstanding animal. He was at least partially responsible for Janice accepting me into her life, because from the day I met Kazo, he took a liking to me. He was, like me, fond of watching NFL action on Sunday afternoons, and Monday Nights, and even after he lost his eyesight and was blind as a bat for the last three or four years of his life, he knew the theme music for the various NFL pregame shows, and would get up from his heated bed and make his way across the living room to jump up and spend the next few hours in my lap, or lying next to me on the couch. Just like clockwork.
As I mentioned before, Kazo loved rotisserie chicken. Here's a shot of his wolfing down some for his New Year's Eve 2003-2004 feast, as served in his crystal dish given to him by Janice's mother, Joyce.
Note To Sandi
You know ... I haven't sent the cousins invitations as of yet ... I'd sort of forgotten about that, but will do that here in the next day or two. I think at least some of them might enjoy it. It will at least be interesting for them. :: said with a wry chuckle ::
Such it was, with a mainstay of one of our favorite haunts, Cavey's Restaurant, here in Manchester. Charlie Gigliotti, who was well-known as one of the best jazz pianists in the area, had a repertoir of standards like no other pianist I've ever heard. Charlie passed away on Monday after a battle with cancer. Janice works with his partner of many years, Carolyn Hartsfield, at Aetna.
Charlie worked with us, in picking some of the music for our wedding, by making suggestions to us on nights when we sauntered into the piano bar at Cavey's. He always made a point of segueing from whatever he was playing when we would walk in, into a medley of "Stardust" in honor of James Otis, "Deep Purple" in honor of Hazel, "I Can't Get Started" in honor of Joe and Joyce, and "At Last" in honor of us ... just as his little way of saying "Hi there ... it's good to see you again." Between each set, he'd always make a beeline to stop and spend time chatting with us, and we would talk about music or whatever else was going on at the time. He was truly a gem.
So, rather than the hellish event of last week, I am truly happy that Charlie is at rest, and is upstairs serenading Mom and Dad, Janice's uncles and aunts who have have passed before, and all our family members who had a strong affinity to music. I know he's up there doing what he loved to do ... playing the piano, and making it look so effortless.
Note To Eric
Kazo Kuniko was a male (well, mostly male) Ebony Oriental Shorthair, who passed away after a very long (19 years, 6 months) life ... and who was just an outstanding animal. He was at least partially responsible for Janice accepting me into her life, because from the day I met Kazo, he took a liking to me. He was, like me, fond of watching NFL action on Sunday afternoons, and Monday Nights, and even after he lost his eyesight and was blind as a bat for the last three or four years of his life, he knew the theme music for the various NFL pregame shows, and would get up from his heated bed and make his way across the living room to jump up and spend the next few hours in my lap, or lying next to me on the couch. Just like clockwork.
As I mentioned before, Kazo loved rotisserie chicken. Here's a shot of his wolfing down some for his New Year's Eve 2003-2004 feast, as served in his crystal dish given to him by Janice's mother, Joyce.
Note To Sandi
You know ... I haven't sent the cousins invitations as of yet ... I'd sort of forgotten about that, but will do that here in the next day or two. I think at least some of them might enjoy it. It will at least be interesting for them. :: said with a wry chuckle ::
posted by Lee at
5/25/2005 06:25:00 PM
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