Sorry for not having posted over the weekend, but I never written an eulogy or obituary for anyone.
Father time does eventually take us all, but we always hope that it is on our time.
Father time took Paul Strelzin. But before Father time had to take the Strelz away to a better place, Strelzin put in his two cents on this blog.
Never met him, but always heard of him and from him when he was on the air. He was larger-than-life character. When they say they do not make 'em like the use to, they really don't. To some it was schtick, but no, that was the Strelz. The Strelz came from a different era, and place. Before Brooklyn gave way to skinny jeans and Parliaments, Brooklyn was a largely working-class borough that stood in the shadow of Manhattan. People from all over the world came to Brooklyn, like many still do, to carve out a new life for themselves. But for some of those souls, Brooklyn was just too small. Like the pioneers of yore, some of those souls went West, among on those souls, was Paul Strelzin.
How a Jewish kid from Brooklyn was able to scrabble a life together in a majority Hispanic and Catholic community governed by a primarily small white business elite, is a testament to hard work and determination.
Agree or disagree with him, he knew how to hustle.
Just as important, perhaps more important, he knew how to live....and that was with a good laugh.
Some have said, that I am not "serious" enough sometimes, but that truth is sometimes more than seriousness we all need a good laugh. It is those moments of laughter and happiness that make life worth living.
I am humbled that for a few moments before the Strelz joined the rest of his Tribe, that I was able to make him laugh.