"Take care of yourselves and each other, and always remember my motto:
Itís ok to work hard, as long as you play harder."
in an email to his parents 7/02
November 7, 2002
I wish, honestly, that I had more to share about Joe than I do. What I have are a few scattered and sketchy memories that don't do him justice. Like the time Joe and I had a (brief) contest about who could tell the joke that made the least sense. Remember that, Katie? If you don't it's no surprise- I barely do because it was so long ago. And then there was the time he offered to teach me how to surf.
But one thing I will always remember with a smile is the time when I'd gone to see him and his family for Christmas in Florida (this was back in the 80s, I think). We'd gotten to talking about random stuff, and I called him "Joey" (because that's how I'd always thought of him). His reply was "It's not Joey, it's JOE!" When I asked him why, he said that it was because Joe was "a more grown-up name." He never knew this, but it was because of that time that I came to think of him as a serious individual.
This seems to be contrary with the irreverent fun-lover that he was always described to me as by most of my family, but I would disagree; Joe was just as serious about having fun as he was about working. Reading all the things that have been written emphasizes how much I missed out on during the family vacations where we were briefly together.
Cheers, Joe, for staying on that surfboard and may the waves where you are rise ever higher.
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