I first met Coz on a sweaty day in August 1994 in DC when I walked into Chief Ike's Mambo Room for a job interview. I got about 20 feet into the bar when a pint glass when whizzing past my head and shattered on the wall next to me. Coz was apparently less than impressed with the cleaning job by the previous night's bartenders. Somehow that didn't deter me (I was a 24-year-old graduate student desperately in need of a job) and I soon became Coz's weekend bartending partner for the next 13-14 years. So many wonderful and crazy times. He was such a loyal and supportive friend and a handful at the same time!
I'm sad that he never met my daughter who was born in 2011--they would have enjoyed each other immensely and I think he would have loved the fact that I even tended bar for a while after she was born--pumping breast milk in the nasty-ass liquor room in the middle of a shift. 
Coz and Ulysses often come to mind when I think about my 20+ years in DC and we were all the better for knowing them. 
Heidi Schultz