EDC. One week from right fucking now. tic toc mother fuckers.
In Remembrance of Patrick J. Quinn
I knew Pat. We went to art school together in Tempe way back in the day. He was a great man (as well as a talented illustrator and photographer). I just found out about his passing and found your entry. It’s really touching and shows the kind of good soul Pat was. Well done.
There are people in our lives who exist on the periphery. We see them every day, we interact with them as friends, but then we leave them, and they become unimportant. You know who I’m talking about: The Cute Coffee Shop Girl, The Boy at the LIbrary Who Always Wears Purple, The Guy at the Dining Hall Who Makes Fun of my Food Order. We all have them, sometimes we are them - I, myself, often find myself playing the role of peripheral person. Peripheral people are a part of life. Our brains can only maintain 150 or so relationships at one time, so we alternate, sometimes phasing out people who, to our minds, are not as relevant.
Sometimes, though, these people step out of the periphery and get a little closer to the middle. That Boy Who Works at the Diner becomes Jake, the kid who took me home once when I got into a fight with my boyfriend; That Super Blonde Theater Girl becomes Holly, who has a beautiful voice.
Patrick Quinn, or Pat, as he was known, was probably a peripheral person for a lot of people. He worked at Desert Vista High School, in a little suburb of Phoenix, AZ, called Awhatukee. He was a security guard.
Source: theweeklyrose
More than 3,000 Marines and sailors of 3rd Marine Regiment stand in formation at Marine Corps Base Hawaii to re-dedicate their regimental battle colors with awards earned in war and peace over the past 96 years during a battle streamer re-dedication ceremony this morning. (Source: MCB Hawaii)
