When I think of Mr. Bosco, I think big: he had a big heart, a big soul, a great big laugh,(a big hand when you shook it), and a big love for everyone he knew: his wife, daughters, son, grandchildren, son in laws etc. . .even me, whom he only knew a little. He loved music, and would come see us play at almost every gig we ever did in NYC, no matter the day of the week, no matter the time. He got a kick out of my outrageous, over-the-top stage antics and nicknamed me "the sparkplug." After hearing that, I thought: uh oh, the bar is HIGH, if Peter Bosco is coming, I have to put on a show!!! I never lost the delight in performing for him, (and sometimes his brother Joe and wife too) and time and time again, I would do my rock and roll freakout in a dark NY club, on a slowish Tuesday or Wednesday night, and I would smile, knowing that my little bit of humble showmanship, could make a man of such big virtues-- of heart, soul, and love for life and family-- smile back.