A lot can happen in an almost seven year absence. Larry had been one of my favorite waiters at the Napoleon House. He'd returned after the storm. I'd seen him a few times on return visits from France. On one visit, he was visibly missing. But then, I was always rushing through and never asked.
Now, I know. This photo of him in the alcove raised the question once more. But, it only commemorated his years of work at the Napoleon House, so my question lingered. The bartender seated me on Monday, since it was early and empty. I asked about Larry. He told me that Larry passed a couple of years ago from cancer. I have to admit, that I was expecting the answer. All the puzzle pieces pointed in that direction. And then he added: "It was very fast, he didn't suffer." I was grateful for that.
How many Friday nights had I arrived at the Napoleon House to see Larry standing at the cooler, napkins ready, in just that position? He was always ready for me...diet coke, chips, turkey club or ham and swiss on wheat? He knew me. I knew him. ..as much as you can know and love your waiters and your waiters can know and love you. Tomorrow, a creative tribute to my friend Larry Trosclair.
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