What to say...I missed the service because of the bad weather that morning
here in Houston, but I still wanted to contribute something...

I loved Joe.  Truly.  In junior high and high school, back in those dark
cold days before the Internet, before being a geek was cool, Joe and I
bonded over our love of Monty Python, Black Adder and They Might Be Giants.
I can still picture us (and you were there too, Tom!) listening to Apollo 18
and grooving to Spider.  Joe was one of the few people in high school who
shared my weird sense of humor, and he always made me feel special for it.
It was like he "got" me, and he made it seem like the fact that others
didn't was just their loss.  There are countless inside jokes and goofy
stories that I could relate.  For example, somewhere out there is a short
film that rips off both David Lynch's Twin Peaks and Milan Kundera.  (I'm
not sure I want it to ever see the light of day, but it's out there.)  And
then there was prom, with Joe, Celeste, Connor and Kim.  Being accused of
cutting out on the bill that night when it had already been paid.  Late that
evening, whilst others were boozing it up on Galveston Island, we sat around
at Joe's house watching tapes of SNL.  And I loved every minute of it.

My deep regret is not keeping in touch with him, but I can see from the
outpouring of memories and pictures that Joe became the remarkable man that
I always suspected he would be.   And he will always remind me not to be
afraid to keep things just that little bit on the edge.  That weird and
goofy and fearless will forever be good things.

Thanks, Joe.

Emily Patrick
Baytown, Texas