Sunday, February 25, 2024
It was always such a joy to see John. His enthusiasm for whatever challenge he’d taken on was contagious, and always left me feeling energized. Years ago, we both acted and sang in a truly bizarre production of Man of La Mancha where he was the most handsome thug ever to attack Dulcinea, despite dirt and rags. We had to dash outside the building in the cold to go from stage right to left, and he’d laugh and say, “Isn’t this fun?” At Saint John High School, Robert Edwards used to exhort our choir to sing with vim, vigour, verve and vitality. Those are qualities I’ll always associate with John. My sincere condolences to his family and friends for losing him far too soon.
