I met Joey at my cousin's wedding in 1982 wherein he was the best man.  He was 26 and dashing.  We danced together and within a couple of dates, I fell for him. In my eyes, Joey was amazing. He was talented having remodeled his apartment with a hand-crafted built in entertainment center that was well before its time.  Lobsters and french fries was one of our favorite meals together.  He loved his Datsun 280z and indulged my younger brother in his wish to drive faster than 100mph on a CT highway.  We spent more than two years together. During that time, I admired and enjoyed Joey's love for life and adventurous nature.