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Postcard from Josh

I first met Josh in the summer of 1986 - we were both graduate students in Urban Planning, he at Columbia and me at University of Virginia. I had come up to NYC for the summer and got an internship with the Dep't. of City Planning, and was assigned to the Bronx, where Josh was doing the same. There are many, many, many awesome and unbelievable stories from our work in the South Bronx that summer, and I'll try and summarize them another time on this site.

Memories of Josh, still so fresh...

I know Josh through my wife Rosanne, who is his cousin. Even though we live far down under (in Australia), I had the privilege to meet Josh a couple of times in the last few years. Each visit, I have had strong impression of Josh as someone who enjoyed his life and helped others enjoy their lives.

Croton Mayor Leo Wegman's Proclamation

On the occasion this day, Sunday, the 25th of July, 2010, of the celebration of the life of Josh Moreinis....

Missing my Step-Brother

When Pat Moreinis married Peter Dodge in 1994, I acquired two step-brothers: Josh and Bram. I am the son of Peter Dodge and my brother is Chris Dodge.

Over the past 16 years, I had the privilege of getting to know Josh and, his wife, Pamela, quite well. I live in Alabama but usually go up to New Hampshire to visit my father and step-mother over the holidays each year, sometimes I get up for a brief Summer visit as well.

Josh, Planning and the Bronx

Josh' work buddies are completing the second round of an iterative environmental review for a major City rezoning initiative along Webster Avenue in the Bronx, near Josh' old "stomping grounds." (If you ever went to Arthur Avenue with Josh, you had to allow time for all the merchants to greet him (heartily) offer a sample, and entreat him to stay.) We asked the Department of City Planning to allow us to dedicate this environmental review to Josh; the Department has never allowed this sort of thing before, but for Josh, they felt the honor was well due; the text follows

Josh and music

I just posted a few tracks from our college band, Curving Dog. Looking back there were many things that I might change that I did but there is not a single note of his bass lines that I could ever see being improved upon. I think he wrote and forgot hundreds of bass lines in the time we played together. They would just pop out of his head relentlessly. Sometimes it would make me crazy trying to rehearse a track and having the song keep changing as he kept re-inventing his bass lines. I wish I had been able to keep up with him back then. That reminds me that just trying to keep up with the speed of his brain was always a challenge, in music or life.

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Josh, New York 1986

I met Josh in 1986 when I went out with his flat mate Brien. I spent a few months hanging out at their apartment on 101st, the winter after they had finished college. I was around the apartment often in the day times and Josh seemed to be around often too so we talked a lot. Once he got me some work doing some kind of street surveys for the people he worked for. I was always broke and this was great, I did some of the work but had miss understood the instructions (being from England). He sheepishly asked me one day what I had been doing and when the miss understanding emerged he said "Thank God! I thought you were an idiot or something!".

All of us planners will miss Josh

I am very saddened to hear of your loss. I didn't know Josh too well, but he was always such a pleasant and energetic person to be around whenever we had American Planning Association events. All of us at the NY Metro APA will miss him as he was such a fixture, and positive influence on our profession. My thoughts are with you.

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Some memories of Josh

Josh and I dated for several years in the late 1980's, when I was at Barnard and he was in grad school at Columbia. We met in the summer of 1987, through my friend Brien Riley, with whom Josh was then sharing an apartment on 101st St near Central Park. That area has changed a lot since then -- but we had some very happy times there; I remember in particular being with Josh in the crowd around the Jazz truck when it came to 100th St in the summer. I remember another night - maybe the same summer, my first spent in New York City, I think - when we were part of the huge crowd standing on the east river drive to see the July 4th fireworks. Somehow we were right up front -- and I remember his arms around me & how blown away I was by those gigantic, colorful explosions.

The Beautiful Colors

On June 27th, Bram and I went out to lunch with Josh and Pamela. This was the same day that Josh told us, in kind and certain terms, that the treatments he had been getting were no match for the tumors. He knew he was dying, and accepted this.

Josh savored each bite of food at the little Italian restaurant. It was one of those hot & humid days that have dogged us this summer. As we stepped back out of the air-conditioned restaurant into the steamy parking lot, Josh stopped and said with the wonder of a person filled with light: "Look at those beautiful colors!"