On June 17, 1978 Eric drove my mom and me to Logan Airport, and planned to meet us on the Little Cranberry Island, ME the following week. That was the first day I met Eric. I was 6. He was 22. He had a mammoth of a car named “Big Green”. On the ride to the airport that day, he convinced me I was changing the radio station by pointing at the radio (“It’s all in the wrist” he’d say). I found out much later that he had a button by his foot in the driver’s footwell that controlled the radio.