I remember sitting next to him at the park
and remember drinking with him in the dark.....
You could find him most anywhere, with his ready grin
Parties, Weekends, Holidays and those summers that flickered and pass...
Slouched on a jukebox or throwing a dart
Poised on second base, ready to start
Wherever, whenever his spirit unfurled
Gone because everyone wants to rule the world
Now he flies with "Eagles"
And walks with "Giants".......
Our smiles have faltered: our world has grown smaller..
Shedding tears at the slightest nudge...
As we sit by the door, to hear never no more
The guy whose hands were to small to hold a grudge......



A tribute to Chris Hoban
From an anonymous "True Friend"