Tuesday, May 5, 2020

John Pitts, Jr.: An Appreciated & Appreciative Man

by Steven B. Orkin

 

It is an unfortunate truth that I often end up using this space to mark the passing of someone significant to me, be they housecat or parent. It’s part of my grieving and healing process to speak of them. Unlike life, words are almost always reliable. They come forth when I need them, ready to help me (and hopefully you, dear reader) in some small, meaningful way.

I wish I could tell you I knew John Pitts well. I wish I could share some unique and heretofore hidden insight or memory about who he was. I can’t. All I can do is use my God-given gift to engage in a little word-weaving sorcery, cast a spell to articulate what John meant to me, capture a flicker of his irrepressible spirit and light a candle of memory with it in his honor.

I’ve known John since high school, notably between 1980 and 1982 during our days in the North Babylon High School chorus. There are times in our lives when life seems to be firing on all thrusters, when we have a sense that we are experiencing fleeting, special moments that will never recur. That period, and specifically, that choir, was one of those times for me. A lot of that had to do with the remarkable Tony Eastwood, easily among the finest (maybe THE finest) musical educators I’ve ever known. He led our group with charisma, style, spirit, talent, and audacity, and we reflected it right back at him. We inspired each other to reach farther, achieve more, be more, which is the very essence of what educating is all about.

But it was also defined for me by two of its members. I’m confident that I speak for every single person in that ensemble when I say it’s physically impossible to not smile at the mere mention of the names John Pitts and Benjamin Sandoval. Good-vibe mischief-makers of the highest order, they never failed to make rehearsals and performances fun, funny, and unpredictable. Life is an uncertain business, but those two guys never failed to deliver on interesting, whether good-naturedly riffing on each other or someone else, or presenting yet another ‘liberated’ street sign to what turned out to be a near-criminal volume of them splattered across the chorus room walls by the end of the school year.

John in particular always seemed to have a special kind of iconic magic about him. Though we weren’t ‘hang-out-after-school’ close, he nevertheless always had a kind word for me in class or when we passed each other in the halls. Though far more popular and in many respects, more accomplished than I was, he never spoke down to me or anyone else so far as I know. He was always all about the good stuff, and any thought or memory of him I have always includes that big, Cheshire Cat grin, full of warmth, love, and humor, topped by those big, wide eyes, ever-bright with impending mischief, and accompanied by that wonderful, joyous laugh. 

As time passed, we eventually connected on Facebook, sporadically passing messages back and forth. The mutual respect and appreciation we had for each other felt like something that went beyond the specifics of our friendship, if that makes sense, and I greatly valued that deep, meaningful connection. John had a special way of focusing on people, even if only for a few moments. He appreciated them, made them feel like they held importance, that they mattered. He valued and validated them in an understated, sincere way that is impossible to replicate or even fully define.

Going beyond my personal affection for him, John always represented something to aspire to. Smart, funny, talented, and loving, you couldn't help but admire him. I’m sure he will continue to inspire me as I continue on my road of life, and I am deeply grateful to have known him well enough to call him friend.

In the Jewish faith, there is a phrase commonly used for those who have passed: “May his memory be for a blessing.” Certainly, John’s memory is nothing less than a sublime blessing. The world was a better place for his presence, and it is dimmer for his passing. As I said at the start, I can’t say I knew him as well as I would have liked, but I can say this much: He was a man of faith, wit, warmth, intelligence, and positivity. He was loved, and he loved others. I think that’s as good a way to define a life well-lived as any. At the end of the day, not much else matters, and by that standard, the life of John Pitts was a spectacular success.

May God forever be with him, his family, and all who love and care about him.

PS (5/6/20 update): I had one of those 2 AM revelations that required me to post this brief addendum. Several years ago, John and I discovered we had a shared passion for the wonderful acapella group, Take 6. He had posted a link to their very first single, 'Spread Love' and in response, I shared a later track of theirs titled, appropriately enough, 'My Friend' featuring the legendary Ray Charles. It's too poetically just not to share that link with you now. Crank up the volume as high as you can stand it, and bask in the glory of this song's immaculate harmony and beautiful message.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJMQgPM2ai0

Thank you for reading.
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I retrieved this photo from John’s FB page.
I’m pretty sure it’s his high school yearbook photo
but regardless, I think it captures his ebullient
spirit quite effectively. Rest in Peace, old friend…

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7 comments:

  1. He was such a nice and friendly guy he was always nice to everyone one he met RIP John

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  2. As usual, very well said. I didn't know him well either, but I do remember his smile. I'm feeling a little guilty, of things I could have said or done to make his life a little better in some way. And I always think, "they're going to be okay," and then things like THIS happen. I am so sad, another N. Babylon light has gone out. And I regret not taking the opportunity to know him better while he was still 'here.' Rest in Peace, John. You had a life lived well. And God has granted you Rest.

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  3. Beautifully written! I’ll never forget his smile and his laugh. So thankful to have been part of that group of friends.

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  4. Steve, truly an eloquent piece... we can even hear strains from the "Cantique de Jean Racine." John and your whole gang of great kids from NBHS were distinguished even at that very young age. It does not surpise one that all have further distinguished themselves in their adult lives and such a truly beautifully written tribute would emerge from the pen of one of those whose thoughtful memories reflect so estutely the many pleasant associations of the time. Yes, John is gone for now, but we will again enjoy his companionship at some future engagement when we'll raise our voices in fun, excitement and joy!

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  5. Beautifully said!! So sad for his family and loved ones. As a childhood friend, I am so thankful to have recently reconnected and chatted with him on messenger after so many years! Feeling very sad. Rest in peace John.

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  6. He was always a pleasure to be around, and recently we spoke on fb and revisited some funny times we shared in school...rest in peace old friend you will be missed by many ❤

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