Jonathan and I met in the kitchen at Martick’s Restaurant; we were instantly great friends.
We talked about the meaning of life while peeling shrimp or washing piles of dishes. We loved working there together. It was a dynamic place, especially with Morris badgering you all the time and you never knew what to expect. A slow night could quickly turn and all of a sudden we’d be slammed, and there was always the possibility of the surprise Health Inspector visit.
We spent a lot of time playing guitars together too. He taught me a lot. We could play just a chord or a few notes and Jonathan turned it into a song. And he was so funny, gentle and wise. So natural, just like the music he played.
We took this photo of us ourselves; playing music, goofing and having a great time. I kept it on my refrigerator for years.
We were neighbors too and after Jennifer and I moved to Hampden we ran into Jonathan and Charlotte often. We’d always make plans to get together and occasionally we did. Cookouts, play some music, or whatever it didn’t matter. It was always a good time.
We would also always talk about going back to Martick’s and visiting Morris.
We had really loved it there; peeling shrimp, making salads and living in the moment.
Jonathan was great at that.
Robert Goldrick
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