To Harris

I've been told, by those who are sensitive to these things, that a spirit can be summoned at almost any time. Sometimes it takes a day or two, but that's still pretty good. I can't imagine why a spirit wouldn't browse the web, if they're able to browse the world. Perhaps the mention of their name calls their attention from intangible places.

I still recall things that you may have forgotten. Drawings you've sent me using MS Paint. A day when you, my father, and I were driving through Monroe. A marinated chicken dish you once made that I liked. Meeting up with you in the Stratosphere casino in Las Vegas. Even the unmistakeable sound of your voice on the telephone saying "Hey kiddo."

I remember seeing you on TV in movies and shows that I didn't even know you were in. Imagine a young me, sitting in the family room watching Stuart Saves His Family, seeing my dad's best friend appear onscreen playing the mean old neighbor who confiscates the neighborhood kids' football. This almost became common, watching television and suddenly going, "oh hey, there's Harris."

If only we could say those four words again, it would give some comfort to your friends. If a spirit can visit the living at any time, feel free to stop by. I'm sure I'll at least see you in films once in a while.

I'm fortunate to have known you. Rest in peace, Harris Laskawy.

-Nick


Harris Laskawy, left. Paul Doniger, right. New York, 1969.