Willie Garson — whom I met 39 years ago this month, on our first night of Wesleyan University, when I was paired up with an 18-year-old sparkplug from New Jersey on a freshman-hall ice-breaking exercise — reliably remembered it, no matter where he happened to be or how many times I overlooked his.
This year I spent my birthday attending his funeral, and at no point did I receive a text reading “Happy Birthday, you tool,” or a phone call with the opening salvo “Shut up!” and to say it was missed is an impossible understatement.
While the public knew Willie for playing outsized characters like Stanford Blatch on “Sex and the City” and Mozzie on “White Collar,” the legion of friends he left behind knew Willie was a character as indelible as.
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