I wanted to start a new series on my blog called Letters to
My Mom.  These will consist of letters I
am writing to mom about how she influenced my life.  Here is the first one.  
Dear Mom,
I have been thinking about a lot of things recently as I
watch Noah grow up.  I like seeing how I
influenced his life, his choices and his hopes. 
But I wonder what little things will make a difference later.  I remember things that you did that have
never left me.  One memory is so clear I
am not even sure if it is real, but it has been with me since I was very
young.  I remember a sunny warm day and a
man was working on the corner of New York and Rensselaer Avenue.   You ask me to go down and ask him if he
wanted a beer.  He said he couldn’t but
wanted water, I carried a glass of ice water and some kind of snack.  This story may not be true but it is
you.  I remember so many times you
helping others and as Mike Fourneir recently mentioned to me you were famous
for bringing coffee to the fire fighters when there was a big fire in
town.  It is ironic that the one I
remember the most was the fire at the old Pepsi bottling plant.  
As you know, we grew up half a block from the old building
and I always wanted to explore it.  I
remember the house at 30 Rensselaer which was the last block before the literal
other side of the tracks.  The abandoned
Pepsi plant was one a several industrial buildings that sprouted up along the Oswegatchie
River and the Railroad tracks.  Well it
caught fire about a year after we moved to the other side of town.  It was a big fire and one that threatened a
lot of houses that were built near it, including our old home.  You made several thermoses of coffee and we
went over there.  I got to watch the fire
but what I saw and remember is not the building that eventually burned to the
ground, but you, making sure all the fire fighters here given a drink.  
I never asked you why you would do this.  It seemed so normal to me to offer something
to people in community service jobs.  I
lost that along the way.  One of my
teachers recently brought a bunch of left over bagels to the local fire
hall.  I thought of you.  I realize some of the work I did growing up
was directly related to these moments that you reached out to help others.  Thank you for giving me a good
foundation.  It helped me find my
way.  
