This website is in memory of the life of Richard George Gonci of Cambridge MA. This website may be reached at richardgonci.life. Thank you for visiting and we invite you to share a remembrance or tribute, which you can do by scrolling down this page. Those who wish to express condolences or to send other personal messages to family are invited to email them to richard@gonci.com and they will be forwarded as appropriate. The story of Richard's abundant life is arrayed in the three tabs showing at the top of this page. The LIFE section has his Curriculum Vitae as he presented it on Linked-In. The GALLERY section has photos, as well as images of his writings and of articles about him. The STORIES starts with his obituary, followed by a short bio blurb that he composed accompanying a recorded interview with transcript, along with other stories from his past. We invite you to add photos and/or stories. We look forward to seeing this site expand and evolve and we hope that you will return to it in the future. After a brief illness, Richard passed away on February 11, 2020 - having completed nearly 70 years of an exuberant and brilliant life walk. This site is managed by his brother and his brother's wife for the benefit of family, friends, and fans. Persons considering donations in his memory may contribute to one of the following organizations that he served: the Charles River Watershed Association or Wings of Help/Aviation Without Borders.
Richard and I are cousins. I didn’t know Richard very well until my junior year in college. In 1969-70 Richard, my roommate and I spent quite a bit of time together.
Richard would ride his bike from Boston to our dorm which was an old Victorian house off of Mass Ave in Cambridge. We’d have long discussions and conversations making and eating special brownies in the communal kitchen. It was a girls’ school and the aroma of brownies baking drew girls to the kitchen like moths to a flame. Music followed with energetic conversations and dancing. Richard always created the joyous mayhem!
Richard’s jobs in various capacities with theater companies and affiliates allowed us opportunities to have tickets to several shows including HAIR. One night, Richard, some of his friends, my roommate and I had a great night together and were walking back to his dorm. Being young and adventuresome we ran, skipped and even jumped into a fountain along the way. It was late, the street lights seemed brighter than usual and our exuberant chorus of voices could be heard above the noises of the street. Richard led us like a Pied Piper and always orchestrated the best of times.
That year we learned to accept, appreciate and love each other as we struggled to grow up and overcome our personal demons.
Our most recent conversations rekindled our mutual story and strong bond. Our connection built a love that has taught me how easy it is to love unconditionally. Richard’s legacy is the unconditional love in my heart. I miss him and know he’s at peace.
Richard would ride his bike from Boston to our dorm which was an old Victorian house off of Mass Ave in Cambridge. We’d have long discussions and conversations making and eating special brownies in the communal kitchen. It was a girls’ school and the aroma of brownies baking drew girls to the kitchen like moths to a flame. Music followed with energetic conversations and dancing. Richard always created the joyous mayhem!
Richard’s jobs in various capacities with theater companies and affiliates allowed us opportunities to have tickets to several shows including HAIR. One night, Richard, some of his friends, my roommate and I had a great night together and were walking back to his dorm. Being young and adventuresome we ran, skipped and even jumped into a fountain along the way. It was late, the street lights seemed brighter than usual and our exuberant chorus of voices could be heard above the noises of the street. Richard led us like a Pied Piper and always orchestrated the best of times.
That year we learned to accept, appreciate and love each other as we struggled to grow up and overcome our personal demons.
Our most recent conversations rekindled our mutual story and strong bond. Our connection built a love that has taught me how easy it is to love unconditionally. Richard’s legacy is the unconditional love in my heart. I miss him and know he’s at peace.
Richard's loss is endlessly painful. He wasn't a "best friend" of mine though he was a friend. My husband was his best friend. They talked almost every day for 40 years. I could hear my husband's half of the conversation and the murmuring of Richard's voice on the other end. They comforted each other, laughed (sometimes gallows laughter), told stories. I can't believe how much I miss that. Here is a poem that's helping me to cope. I hope it helps others who are grieving the loss of this wonderful man.
Stages
By
Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
Stages
By
Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
Richard was my older cousin with a wonderful sense of humor. He also had a zest for life and shared that with others. We didn’t see him often but he was always at our Gonci family reunions. We got to know sweet Joanna and to see and feel the love they shared, along with their son. We will miss you dear Richard but wish you peace and love with your relatives and friends above.
Richard had a way with words that few could compete with, nare I try. He lived life with a passion and an indomitable energy. He was always hoping to leave the world a better place.
Richard was always one to follow his own path and I admired that about him. Growing up, I was eight years younger than him so my memories are of his high school years; leading the Fife and Drum Corps, acting in Trigon Players performances at RHAM and returning from work at Arbor Acres. I also clearly remember the rendition of “Hey Jude” that he and David led after Maggie’s wedding to Lee.
He accomplished many things over the course of his sixty-nine years and did it all his way. Finding his soul mate in Joanna and his cherished son, Noah; he seemed to radiate with their love. I am grateful to have had him in my life and will miss his kind words, wit, intelligence and big hugs.
Richard was always one to follow his own path and I admired that about him. Growing up, I was eight years younger than him so my memories are of his high school years; leading the Fife and Drum Corps, acting in Trigon Players performances at RHAM and returning from work at Arbor Acres. I also clearly remember the rendition of “Hey Jude” that he and David led after Maggie’s wedding to Lee.
He accomplished many things over the course of his sixty-nine years and did it all his way. Finding his soul mate in Joanna and his cherished son, Noah; he seemed to radiate with their love. I am grateful to have had him in my life and will miss his kind words, wit, intelligence and big hugs.
My dear Uncle Richard was a man of tremendous strength and wit. In my view, his ethos was to live out loud by rules he designed, and to bring the willing souls who dared along with him for the merry ride. He is responsible for arguably the best shared laugh in my friend Val’s and my friendship, owing to a cleverly timed remark about a Bengali chicken. Once, when I had taken very ill, he magnanimously lightened the burden placed on me by making sure I could enjoy several great meals at a very nice place, and told me to make sure I never dined alone. And of course, I would be remiss if I were not to mention the counsel Uncle Richard gave me on several occasions, which helped me to learn and grow more than I can say. The booming, joyful echoes of the force of your life will persist, dear Uncle; of that you may be sure.
Burned by my vision of a world that shone/ So brightly at the last, and then was gone- Clive James, critic, broadcaster, essayist, novelist and poet
Richard and I were best friends four decades. To look back now and grasp the enormity of that breadth, commitment and love, these four decades, later seems unfathomable. We loved one another deeply, shared trials, triumphs, infective laughter, disappointments, and deep sorrows was quite a ride.
I miss my best friend, but am comforted knowing his brightness will warm my heart for decades to come. Richard was a supernova. Wow!
-David Sumner
Maitland, FL
Legacy.com
Richard and I were best friends four decades. To look back now and grasp the enormity of that breadth, commitment and love, these four decades, later seems unfathomable. We loved one another deeply, shared trials, triumphs, infective laughter, disappointments, and deep sorrows was quite a ride.
I miss my best friend, but am comforted knowing his brightness will warm my heart for decades to come. Richard was a supernova. Wow!
-David Sumner
Maitland, FL
Legacy.com
My brother-in-marriage
Richard is a bright presence in my life and memories. I am grateful that we had so much time before he passed, so that many words could fall out of my heart while he was still with us. Here is the way I think of him, as I wrote just after he flew off the planet.
Richard Gonci of Cambridge, Massachusetts, who embraced life fully and with great verve, has slipped out of his body to go on to the next adventure. He was colorful and generous, gregarious and personable, smart and skilled whether working with his mind or with his hands. He shared of himself and his many creative talents unstintingly and he loved wholeheartedly, especially his wife, Joanna Fink, and their son, Noah Gonci.
He lived in the world of commerce in a big, big way and took on creative projects that were often groundbreaking and technically advanced. He knew many, loved most, and was friendly toward anyone who might cross his path, whether famous or homeless. He was fiercely protective and would not tolerate threats to another's safety.
He loved and was loved by so very many.
Boundless energy and enormous creativity were characteristics for which he was well known. He was a skilled sailor in adulthood and had been a cross-country bicyclist in his youth. He held opinions passionately. When Richard did something, he did it in a big way.
Richard strove to excel in everything he did, right from his youth. He was president of his senior class at RHAM High School in 1968. His parents, George and Elinor (West) Gonci, owned a dairy farm and he worked hard on it, along with his younger brother, David Gonci. They went on to work at a chicken farm together, adding that to their tasks at home. Richard learned to have an intense work ethic, a family hallmark.
Memories of Richard will be held in the hearts of so very many.
Enjoy your wings and your reunions on the other side, dear Richard.
Love, Noreen
Richard is a bright presence in my life and memories. I am grateful that we had so much time before he passed, so that many words could fall out of my heart while he was still with us. Here is the way I think of him, as I wrote just after he flew off the planet.
Richard Gonci of Cambridge, Massachusetts, who embraced life fully and with great verve, has slipped out of his body to go on to the next adventure. He was colorful and generous, gregarious and personable, smart and skilled whether working with his mind or with his hands. He shared of himself and his many creative talents unstintingly and he loved wholeheartedly, especially his wife, Joanna Fink, and their son, Noah Gonci.
He lived in the world of commerce in a big, big way and took on creative projects that were often groundbreaking and technically advanced. He knew many, loved most, and was friendly toward anyone who might cross his path, whether famous or homeless. He was fiercely protective and would not tolerate threats to another's safety.
He loved and was loved by so very many.
Boundless energy and enormous creativity were characteristics for which he was well known. He was a skilled sailor in adulthood and had been a cross-country bicyclist in his youth. He held opinions passionately. When Richard did something, he did it in a big way.
Richard strove to excel in everything he did, right from his youth. He was president of his senior class at RHAM High School in 1968. His parents, George and Elinor (West) Gonci, owned a dairy farm and he worked hard on it, along with his younger brother, David Gonci. They went on to work at a chicken farm together, adding that to their tasks at home. Richard learned to have an intense work ethic, a family hallmark.
Memories of Richard will be held in the hearts of so very many.
Enjoy your wings and your reunions on the other side, dear Richard.
Love, Noreen
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Richard and I are cousins. I didn’t know Richard very well until my junior year in college. In 1969-70 Richard, my roommate and I spent quite a bit of time together.
Richard would ride his bike from Boston to our dorm which was an old Victorian house off of Mass Ave in Cambridge. We’d have long discussions and conversations making and eating special brownies in the communal kitchen. It was a girls’ school and the aroma of brownies baking drew girls to the kitchen like moths to a flame. Music followed with energetic conversations and dancing. Richard always created the joyous mayhem!
Richard’s jobs in various capacities with theater companies and affiliates allowed us opportunities to have tickets to several shows including HAIR. One night, Richard, some of his friends, my roommate and I had a great night together and were walking back to his dorm. Being young and adventuresome we ran, skipped and even jumped into a fountain along the way. It was late, the street lights seemed brighter than usual and our exuberant chorus of voices could be heard above the noises of the street. Richard led us like a Pied Piper and always orchestrated the best of times.
That year we learned to accept, appreciate and love each other as we struggled to grow up and overcome our personal demons.
Our most recent conversations rekindled our mutual story and strong bond. Our connection built a love that has taught me how easy it is to love unconditionally. Richard’s legacy is the unconditional love in my heart. I miss him and know he’s at peace.
Richard would ride his bike from Boston to our dorm which was an old Victorian house off of Mass Ave in Cambridge. We’d have long discussions and conversations making and eating special brownies in the communal kitchen. It was a girls’ school and the aroma of brownies baking drew girls to the kitchen like moths to a flame. Music followed with energetic conversations and dancing. Richard always created the joyous mayhem!
Richard’s jobs in various capacities with theater companies and affiliates allowed us opportunities to have tickets to several shows including HAIR. One night, Richard, some of his friends, my roommate and I had a great night together and were walking back to his dorm. Being young and adventuresome we ran, skipped and even jumped into a fountain along the way. It was late, the street lights seemed brighter than usual and our exuberant chorus of voices could be heard above the noises of the street. Richard led us like a Pied Piper and always orchestrated the best of times.
That year we learned to accept, appreciate and love each other as we struggled to grow up and overcome our personal demons.
Our most recent conversations rekindled our mutual story and strong bond. Our connection built a love that has taught me how easy it is to love unconditionally. Richard’s legacy is the unconditional love in my heart. I miss him and know he’s at peace.
Richard's loss is endlessly painful. He wasn't a "best friend" of mine though he was a friend. My husband was his best friend. They talked almost every day for 40 years. I could hear my husband's half of the conversation and the murmuring of Richard's voice on the other end. They comforted each other, laughed (sometimes gallows laughter), told stories. I can't believe how much I miss that. Here is a poem that's helping me to cope. I hope it helps others who are grieving the loss of this wonderful man.
Stages
By
Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
Stages
By
Hermann Hesse
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
Richard was my older cousin with a wonderful sense of humor. He also had a zest for life and shared that with others. We didn’t see him often but he was always at our Gonci family reunions. We got to know sweet Joanna and to see and feel the love they shared, along with their son. We will miss you dear Richard but wish you peace and love with your relatives and friends above.
Gallery
Published in the New York Times, December 20, 2018
Richard and Franco Colavecchia (opera designer), July 2014
From 2018 Presentation in Portsmouth, New Hampshire
From David Sumner, legacy.com post; photo from 1983
Recent stories
Broadway
From David Sumner, Maitland, Florida:
My great friend Richard Gonci dreamed of producing both Broadway, and cabaret
shows. Though Richard produced a plethora of shows and projects over four decades
and had co-founded Portland Stage Company, and as a young man, worked at Charles
Playhouse on their most successful show ever “Jacques Brel is Alive and Well Living in
Paris”, that Broadway dream failed to materialize until the final years of his life. When
opportunity knocked, Richard responded.
In the early spring of 2018 my close friend, Chet Walker, a famed Broadway director who
I’d known since the mid 80’s called asking if we might put our former creative team back
together. He said he had a new business partner from London, playwright, Shaun
McKenna, who had written a number of musicals they wanted to produce. One of those
scripts “Maddie and Me” was a funny romantic comedy in the Hepburn/Tracy style but
with a serious twist- Maddie was to be a projected holographic ghost. They were pitching
an idea where the lead actress in the show was a projection. This had never been
attempted on Broadway.
Shaun, Chet and I tossed out some very preliminary ideas, and shared our thoughts. Given the extreme projection challenges, I quickly suggested we bring in someone onto the team comfortable with film production. Financial experience and some knowledge behind a winning prospectus would be an added plus. Of course, I had Richard in mind.
When later that summer I broached the idea of Richard, both Chet and Shaun instantly agreed. We quickly set up a subsequent meeting for late August 2018 in New York with Richard. On a perfect summer day we four sat curbside at a small café on the upper west side in New York making our introductions, discussing Broadway shows, and outlining a road to funding a proof of concept video shoot. Richard was an instant hit as he began laying out the tasks before us.
When Richard returned to Boston he instantly caught fire. It didn’t take long before the man had lined up potential funding with School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, had interested investors lined up based upon his brilliant track record, had created a visual storyboard, informed us that he’d reached out to Industrial Light and Magic in LA for some special proof of concept special effects reels, and had consulted with numerous creative specialists about our visual challenges. Richards revised CV now read:
“Currently Executive Producer for a (hopefully) Broadway–bound musical comedy now under development.”
We four spoke numerous times in the subsequent months, each of us with a mission. By the late spring of 2019 our new LLC.“Maddie and Me” was born. It was a joyous day. That joy proved short lived. With summer Richard started having serious medical issues. Yet, still, we kept at it. That fall we agreed to meet in Florida come mid-January because David had moved to Florida earlier that year and Shaun announced that he had plans to in be in Florida as well. But when we turned around next, Richard was suddenly gone.
That our dearest friend spent the final months of his life filled with so much hope and joy and that he got so very close to such a life-long dream means everything.
Richard, we remaining three are agreed, you were such a bright light, are truly missed, and were so very loved. RIP.
- David Sumner, Maitland FL 2/2020
Shaun, Chet and I tossed out some very preliminary ideas, and shared our thoughts. Given the extreme projection challenges, I quickly suggested we bring in someone onto the team comfortable with film production. Financial experience and some knowledge behind a winning prospectus would be an added plus. Of course, I had Richard in mind.
When later that summer I broached the idea of Richard, both Chet and Shaun instantly agreed. We quickly set up a subsequent meeting for late August 2018 in New York with Richard. On a perfect summer day we four sat curbside at a small café on the upper west side in New York making our introductions, discussing Broadway shows, and outlining a road to funding a proof of concept video shoot. Richard was an instant hit as he began laying out the tasks before us.
When Richard returned to Boston he instantly caught fire. It didn’t take long before the man had lined up potential funding with School of Visual Arts in Manhattan, had interested investors lined up based upon his brilliant track record, had created a visual storyboard, informed us that he’d reached out to Industrial Light and Magic in LA for some special proof of concept special effects reels, and had consulted with numerous creative specialists about our visual challenges. Richards revised CV now read:
“Currently Executive Producer for a (hopefully) Broadway–bound musical comedy now under development.”
We four spoke numerous times in the subsequent months, each of us with a mission. By the late spring of 2019 our new LLC.“Maddie and Me” was born. It was a joyous day. That joy proved short lived. With summer Richard started having serious medical issues. Yet, still, we kept at it. That fall we agreed to meet in Florida come mid-January because David had moved to Florida earlier that year and Shaun announced that he had plans to in be in Florida as well. But when we turned around next, Richard was suddenly gone.
That our dearest friend spent the final months of his life filled with so much hope and joy and that he got so very close to such a life-long dream means everything.
Richard, we remaining three are agreed, you were such a bright light, are truly missed, and were so very loved. RIP.
- David Sumner, Maitland FL 2/2020
Richard's Obituary
The obituary below is from the Hartford Courant. The link below is to the obituary in the Boston Globe, which is slightly different due to the different reference points.
https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/bostonglobe/obituary.aspx?n=richard-gonci&pid=195420662
On February 11, 2020, the life force known as Richard Gonci went off to his next adventure. Born on February 22, 1950, and raised in Marlborough, he was the son of the late George and Elinor (West) Gonci and a 1968 graduate of RHAM. Richard was the beloved husband of Joanna Fink, and father of Noah Gonci. He was the loving brother of David Gonci, sister-in-law Noreen Cullen, brother-in-law of Aaron Fink & Anne Mastrangelo; proud uncle of Paul Petro, Nathaniel Fink (Dave Bermingham) and Abigail Fink.
Richard began his career in theatre, was a founding member of the Portland Stage Company (Maine) and later a lighting designer at Boston’s Charles Street Playhouse. He produced corporate shows for leading tech firms, while also designing discotheques internationally, as well as entertainment venues for the 1980 Winter Olympics. In 1994, Richard co-created and produced America’s first national TV series on landscape architecture for HG/TV, “Breaking Ground." He was creative director for several communications groups and film/animation studios in the Boston area, producing virtual animations of major new commercial and residential buildings, schools, hospitals, museums, and other public places in the U.S. and abroad. Richard’s creative work was recognized with national and international awards. Richard served on the boards of several non-profit organizations and produced broadcast documentaries as well as public service messages for the state.
Richard managed Boston’s Harbor Rowing Club, and later he and his wife founded the Cygnet Rowing Club in Newton. He competed regionally and internationally, and coached from novice to Olympic levels. Richard was most happy skippering a boat, enjoying time at the family vacation home in Rockport, MA, or helping someone in need. Richard was a prolific writer, with commentaries published in major national media, as well as stories and articles in various periodicals. He brought clarity and elegance to worthy causes. He was often called on to produce and speak at special events. Words were Richard’s lifeblood and now the silence is unimaginable.
A celebration of Richard’s life will be scheduled in the future. Remembrances may be posted to richardgonci.life.
https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/bostonglobe/obituary.aspx?n=richard-gonci&pid=195420662
On February 11, 2020, the life force known as Richard Gonci went off to his next adventure. Born on February 22, 1950, and raised in Marlborough, he was the son of the late George and Elinor (West) Gonci and a 1968 graduate of RHAM. Richard was the beloved husband of Joanna Fink, and father of Noah Gonci. He was the loving brother of David Gonci, sister-in-law Noreen Cullen, brother-in-law of Aaron Fink & Anne Mastrangelo; proud uncle of Paul Petro, Nathaniel Fink (Dave Bermingham) and Abigail Fink.
Richard began his career in theatre, was a founding member of the Portland Stage Company (Maine) and later a lighting designer at Boston’s Charles Street Playhouse. He produced corporate shows for leading tech firms, while also designing discotheques internationally, as well as entertainment venues for the 1980 Winter Olympics. In 1994, Richard co-created and produced America’s first national TV series on landscape architecture for HG/TV, “Breaking Ground." He was creative director for several communications groups and film/animation studios in the Boston area, producing virtual animations of major new commercial and residential buildings, schools, hospitals, museums, and other public places in the U.S. and abroad. Richard’s creative work was recognized with national and international awards. Richard served on the boards of several non-profit organizations and produced broadcast documentaries as well as public service messages for the state.
Richard managed Boston’s Harbor Rowing Club, and later he and his wife founded the Cygnet Rowing Club in Newton. He competed regionally and internationally, and coached from novice to Olympic levels. Richard was most happy skippering a boat, enjoying time at the family vacation home in Rockport, MA, or helping someone in need. Richard was a prolific writer, with commentaries published in major national media, as well as stories and articles in various periodicals. He brought clarity and elegance to worthy causes. He was often called on to produce and speak at special events. Words were Richard’s lifeblood and now the silence is unimaginable.
A celebration of Richard’s life will be scheduled in the future. Remembrances may be posted to richardgonci.life.
Interview of Richard in Portsmouth, NH at "Pecha Kucha Night"
https://www.pechakucha.com/presentations/art-as-dialogue-not-decoration
Please click the link to see and hear the presentation.
From a 2018 Presentation in Portsmouth, New Hampshire
Please click the link to see and hear the presentation.
From a 2018 Presentation in Portsmouth, New Hampshire