Cats love cereal milk. Anyone who knew Skip probably heard this phrase pass his lips many times. Skip loved cats. He also loved playing music, building things, PBR, his family and his friends, not necessarily in that order.
I had the privilege of meeting Skip in 1998, in one of the Soley buildings on Exchange Street. I was immediately enchanted, as were most who met him. He just had that kind of personality that made you want to be around him.
A New Sharon native and an art school graduate, Skip was an avid and talented photographer. He loved to document everything. A Syd’s Kids legend, he also lived for music. I had the honor of being a member of Dogwater. We enjoyed a standing Sunday night gig at The Basement — I am not sure the audience did, but we sure had a good time. Many other bands followed, most notably The Boffs.
Skip refurbished many houses on the West End, particularly on Winter Street. He was a gifted carpenter, and a hard worker. He was a loving father to his daughter Melody, and is also survived by a granddaughter, Athena, of whom he was exceedingly proud.
I would be remiss in my duties if I failed to mention how much he dearly loved all of his friends: Johnny Lomba, Neal Jocher, Mark Hendry, Joe Keites, Karl Kronholm, Corey Ramsey, Bart Joy, Dave Conley, John Keeling, Gloria Nightingale, everyone at Amigos, Geno’s, and the many incarnations of The Bitter/Better End. There are really too many to mention here, and I sincerely apologize that I cannot name you all. He had many friends from many walks of life and many circles. He certainly connected us all, and he certainly will be missed.