I first met Brian bake in the mid 60's, when he belonged to a racing club that my first husband, Bruce Gibbs, also belonged to. He and his brother, Kevin and their parents lived in the Bronx, just a little passed the Yonkers City Line, down off Mosulu Ave, a left turn, up the hill, on the right.
Brian was always funny and joking and just silly.
The last time I ever saw Brian was over 40 years ago.
Bruce and I named our first son, Brian, after Bruce's friend. I often wondered where Brian went. Unfortunately I see that he wasn't that far from where I lived. Sad. I would have liked to have let him know that his namesake was an NYPD police officer.
I don't know if Bruce still kept in touch as we divorced in 1970 but have stayed friends.
God Bless you Brian, you were a good guy.
Debi Marcano
