Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Zach Vaughn, an Italian "Wanna Be" Does Admirable Job, Before Life is Cut Short

The Annotico Report

This is a touching Obituary written by a collegian about a dear Non Italian friend, Zach Vaughn, who tried his best to be Italian, his family even moved to live in Northern Italy for a year, and as a person is glowingly, admiringly, and amusingly described in terms and comparison with the country of Italy.

 

STRENGTH IN REMEMBRANCE

The DoG Journal

The risk of studying abroad is that the life you temporarily suspend in Williamsburg goes on without you. Right before I left for Europe, I had a panic attack of “what-ifs.” And last week one of the most terrible came true- I lost a good friend when Zach Vaughn fell from the roof of Monroe and died.

We were both residents of Taliaferro [RAA: Italian via
England, with anglisized relatives of Tolliver & variations] Hall when we were freshmen 3 years ago. Our hall was basically a cult as it is a dorm of only 50 people isolated on the far end of campus. Zach and I continued to be friends over the next three years and I find myself thinking about him constantly now.

I heard the news about Zach the day before I was supposed to go to
Rome with my brother for Spring Break. For a tumultuous 24 hours I debated whether or not I should go. In the end, my decision came down to the fact that I could not sit at the computer and the phone all day in an effort to! feel connected to the William and Mary community. Despite my wishes, the Atlantic Ocean still separated me from everyone that I love.

I thought that going on Spring Break was a calloused and hardened thing to do. But then an interesting thing happened-
Italy helped me say goodbye to Zach in my own way.

For about the past year Zach and his family had been living in Northern Italy, and Zach fit into Italian culture like a hand into the a glove. While I was in
Italy I got the eerie sense that Zach was all around me because, as I have found out, Zach carried with him the Italian aura.

The Zachary Vaughn that I knew was an extremely smart kid, but he did not take himself too seriously. He slept through and was late for class all the time, but he was never late for a party. I found this to be an extremely Italian attitude in my travels through
Rome. The Italians approach work in a completely different way than the Americans do. Jobs are a daytime filler, somet! hing to do before going out to drink wine with friends at night.

Moreover, I was so surprised to find everything closed between about 1 and 4 in the afternoon. It took me a solid couple of minutes to remember that the Italians, like the Spanish, take several hours after lunch to digest, rest, and nap. The
midday break is pretty much an extended cigarette break. It seemed like the entire native Roman population was just smoking and loitering, and around 4 they would all disappear.

I cannot say that Zach’s napping patterns were this organized. Last year, living in
Madison basement, the heat in his room was overwhelming, and there was only one window that did little to ventilate. As a result the average temperature in his room must have been close to 80 degrees. He and his roommate essentially hibernated the entire winter in their tropical clime.

As early as freshman orientation, Zach’s unique style caught my eye, to say the least. It was not uncommon for Zac! h to wear clothing that looked suspiciously like a purchase from the women’s section. Zach was not a metrosexual; he was The Metrosexual. He was always impeccably dressed; I don’t think he even owned a pair of sweatpants.

I never got the chance to visit Zach in
Italy, but judging from what I saw in Rome, he has been the only American that I know or have seen that could out-dress the notoriously fashionable Italians. Fitted pants, collared and pastel shirts, throwback hats and shiny shoes were just part of Zach’s fashion arsenal.

But the biggest weapon in Zach’s arsenal was, without a doubt, his smile, a quirky, toothy, triangular smile. It was the sort of smile that I used to draw on stick figures when I was a little kid. Zach definitely used it to his advantage. He was my “lunch buddy” last semester. But out lunches were ill fated from the beginning because he is Zach. You couldn’t schedule anything with him. He seemed to operate on the Italian modus operandi! that there is a grace period for lateness for any appointment.

On one particular occasion I waited for him at the UC couches for 15 minutes and then got frustrated and left, walking towards the Crim Dell, to go back to my dorm. And, there he was, standing at a white van that had been set up to promote a new video game.

When he turned and saw me he flashed his smile and sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. How could I stay mad? Who can stay mad at a college boy wearing alligator leather shoes and huge aviator sunglasses while playing Playstation2? We went back into the UC and ate our lunch and shot the breeze right through our classes. Zach was like that, he had a way of reminding you that life is meant to be lived; if there is a van with a Playstation in it, it clearly is meant to be played and you should seize the controller with both hands.

Rome does the same thing: life is a highway; grip the wheel tight and put the pedal to the floor. Drivers and w! alkers alike share a feeling of adventure every time they step outside. What is down the next street? Maybe two cars will try to pass each other while navigating a tourist crowd and talking on their cell phones! It is excitement on every corner!

Every street in
Rome reminded me of Zach because they were all so vibrant and so full of life. Cafes had tables perched precariously on the sidewalk edge, inches away from the wild traffic. Shops sell their brightly-colored wares. Doctors’ offices share doorways with souvenir shops. Gelaterias and pizzerias are everywhere, often several on the same block. It is impossible to escape the feeling that the city of Rome itself has a heartbeat.

It is not just modern
Rome that lends itself to Zach’s aura in my mind, but also ancient Rome, which is impossible to escape in the modern city. Ancient Rome, at its peak, spanned several countries and two continents.

While I would not say that Zach had an empire at the College, ! I would not hesitate to say that he certainly had a following, a very eclectic following. He was a part of the Young Democrats and  the College Republicans. He was part of the African American Male Coalition, and he was white. He absorbed different aspects of the College like ancient
Rome absorbed different cultures.

Somehow these things were not a contradiction for Zach. It made sense that Zach would be a part of so many different groups. He probably had more friends than anyone else I know. He was the most inclusive person I have ever met. He did not see flaws in people, he saw quirks and oddities. And Zach was a connesouir of weird personalities. He genuinely enjoyed every type of person he came across.

I am a more tolerant person as a direct result of being friends with Zach. While I would never say that the ancient Romans were a tolerant people, they certainly did incorporate different races and cultures into their vast empire. The Egyptia! n obelisks that pierce a number of piazzas are a testament to the different people that at one point called themselves Roman.

The last thing about
Italy that lent itself to Zach’s personality is a voracious hunger for life. The ancient Romans loved a good party. In fact, they worked only one day a week and all the rest were spent in a number of amusing past times. This is why the Coliseum was such an important part of ancient Rome; it gave the Romans something to do.

Roman dinner parties were also quite an event. Most of them lasted close to 8 hours and consisted of 10-15 main courses. How can one eat that much? Well, the Romans invented  the “puke and rally;” they had special rooms designated for vomiting (vomitoriums, and no, I’m not making this up) and many of them came prepared to purge, wearing a feather on a necklace for the purpose of inducing vomit.

Again, I am not making a direct and literal comparison. Zach did not liked to watch peo! ple battle for their lives against each other and wild animals, nor was he a participant in self-induced vomiting, but he certainly knew how to have a good time. A party did not start until Zach arrived.

Sometimes you did not even know you were going to party. More than once, I was fast asleep only to have Zach burst through my door and start a pajama party. He was irresistible. And so is
Rome.

This city gets an absurd number of tourists each year because it is rightly a must see on everyone's travel agenda.
Rome influenced the development of much of the western world. The Romans introduced important technological developments: aqueducts, the arch, mortar. While Zach was not much of an inventor, he was pervasive. Like ancient Rome, he left an imprint on every person lucky enough to know him. I am grateful to count myself among this group of people.

While Zach’s time among us was far too short, I am grateful that I had the opportunity to know him. People li! ke Zach make William and Mary more than a college, they make it a community.
Rome’s legacy has been so deep and far reaching that people have dubbed it “The Eternal City.” The same applies to Zach; I know that as long as I live I will never forget a personality, a friend, or an individual like Zach. So, as Zach was so fond of saying, in his quest to be Italian, Ciao bello.

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