We mourn Lou Cirelli’s passing. In a world of nothing. Of barren hills and cracked earth and once-proud oceans drained to sand, there will still be a monument to his existence. Bleached by the sun, perhaps, and blunted by time, but everlasting. Like socks. Because this man represented all that is eternal not only in South Jersey lifeguarding, but also in the human experience. Through the curtain of the aurora, a comet blazed to herald his arrival, and his impact shall be transcribed into every language known to history, including Klingon. RIP, Chief Cirelli….