A year ago today, I learned of the death of my dear friend Keith Viagas, whose body washed up on the shore near his home in Sag Harbor. We met in the mid-1990s when I worked at The Drama Book Shop and he worked with NY City Opera. We became great friends, and thanks to him, I saw nearly every City Opera production while he worked with them. After an internal power struggle among his City Opera superiors, he left, worked for a while with conductor Eve Queler, helped me prepare the 2001 recording of Babes in Toyland, and eventually we lost touch with each other: Keith gave up his NY apartment to move to the house he and his partner owned in Sag Harbor. I once spent a lovely weekend with them there and had my first and only swim in the saltwater of the Long Island sound.
About four years ago, I found Keith on Facebook; he was working as a chef in a Long Island restaurant and seemed happy. I never suspected our reunion would be so brief. RIP, dear friend.