When I used to live in downtown NYC, I used to see Lou walking around pretty often. My weirdest sighting though, has to be at the Printing House health club, on the day I got married. To burn off some jitters and expected caloric intake, my (in a matter of hours) wife and I went to lift and use the treadmill. There was Lou in his low white converse sneakers and black socks, peddling away on an exercise bike. Still one of my favorite memories of the day.
Happy birthday, Uncle Lou.
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