I was very saddened to see this item:
The Brooklyn Eagle: Philip Zinkewicz, a 40-year resident of Brooklyn Heights known popularly for his acting and singing, but also a financial journalist, died at his Heights home on May 28. The cause was cancer, said his daughter Julianne Johnson. He would have been 65 on July 11.
Back in the summer of 1986 or ’87, I was at the bar of Clark Street Station, an establishment that occupied the space at 78 Clark now taken by Ozu. CSS had managed to attract the crowd that patronized Capulet’s on Montague before its closure, mainly by hiring its popular bartender, Gerry Bose. Anyway, on this particular evening, I overheard a short, stocky stranger with a jaunty moustache, sitting two stools away, say to Gerry, “I’m going to a convention in Chicago next week.” “So am I,” I interjected, “what are you going to?” “The National Association of Insurance Commissioners”, he answered. I almost fell off my stool. “Me, too.” He didn’t look the sort to be going to an NAIC meeting, but rather something more offbeat and creative. “My name’s Phil,” he said; “I write for the Journal of Commerce.” At the time, I was an in-house lawyer for an insurance company in downtown Manhattan, and had moved to the Heights just a few years before.
We were on the same flight to Chicago a few days later, and got together for beers while there. I told him I liked to write, and he said he would try to get me some assignments. Over the years, I did write for him a few times. Once, I recall, I almost missed a deadline because of pressures at work, and had to finish something while on vacation in Vermont, faxing it to him from a Kinko’s in Burlington. In recent years, I would run into him on Montague occasionally, and we would stop and chat. It seems about a month ago that I last saw him; we passed on the sidewalk, but he was looking away from me. I almost said hello, but I was in a hurry.
I never knew about his stage career. Goodbye, Phil; you’ll be missed.