Something I read just now brought back a sad memory of when an acquaintance died, right around high school graduation, by drowning in the Central Park reservoir.
The story was that a few people were skinny dipping, when they got caught by the cops. Everybody else swam to the side and hid from the cops, but this kid never showed up. They searched for him through the night but didn't find his drowned body until the next day.
The tragedy of it at the time was enormous. And now I can't remember his name, though I kept thinking "Irish." I have a very clear memory of the last time I saw him, just days before he died -- in the Village, just outside Washington Square Park, possibly on West 8th Street. He was wearing shorts, a dirty t-shirt, blonde hair and a big smile. He was a partyer, a lot of fun and always seemed extremely happy. I knew him only casually but he was the kind of person everybody liked immediately, easy going and friendly. The part I didn't know about him was that he was a reckless soul.
Danny - if you are reading this, and you feel like it, I would love to know your memories. I used to think about this a lot, as I never knew anybody else who died that wasn't an old person/relative. The impact this event must have had on your life must be huge. I feel so sad that he is gone and seemingly forgotten, mostly because I couldn't find him on the internet, which has become the repository for all memories. I'm sure his family still mourns him every day.
The only thing I could find is this abstract from the NY Times. Charles Daniel McLaughlin. His first name still doesn't ring a bell but his last came back to me immediately (Irish!). After some thought and confirmation by a mutual friend, I realize we called him Danny McLaughlin to not confuse him with the other Danny. And also I'm guessing he went by Danny instead of Charles was because, according to the Times, he shared a first name with his father.
Lesson: don't die before the internet is invented or you will be forgotten to the annals of time and aging memories.
One other memory of Danny here: