To The Editor: I read a letter to the editor in the Aug. 10 issue of the Cape May County Herald about the life and death of a dear friend of mine, Sonny Maresco. The last time I saw Maresco was Memorial Day Weekend — he was well and happy. His eyes twinkled and he was excited about living his life. About a month later, I was saddened to find out that he became very ill. Most of the cast members of our show, The Golden Era of Vaudeville, respected his wishes to not have company while he was sick. Maresco was adamant about his friends not seeing him in his declining physical condition. You see, he was proud of his appearance, which he presented to the world throughout his life. Maresco was the greatest musician. The world has lost a great talent. Although he did play the organ, he arranged the music, played with two keyboards, and often added sound effects to create the energetic music for our show. Maresco had a soft and melodious voice while he sang the old songs. He also used humor with his announcements and jokes. Maresco was not a dancer! How do I know all this? This is because I am the writer, choreographer, and director of the show. Maresco never claimed to be more than our “Music Man.” I do not mean to diminish his contribution to the show, for without the music, there would be no show. The vaudeville show ran for 10 years from 2001 until 2010 throughout Cape May County. In the end, Jim MacMillan, Maryetta Dorricott, Barbara Kanengiser, Dawn Felder, the late Peg Rossetti, Bob and Janet McShain, and myself performed the historically accurate songs, dances, and comedy of the era. There were many other performers who joined and left the show during its 10-year run. I will always be grateful for knowing Maresco and for the privilege of working with him. His years of experience led him to us. He had a rock band as a young man, played in Wildwood at the Little Club, provided music for roller skating rinks, and we all performed in churches together. The most amazing part of his talent was that he did not need written music. The songs were in his heart and soul. This is how I remember my dear old friend, not the way he was described in your newspaper Aug. 3. The letter grieved me terribly, because it violated his privacy, which he desperately valued. There was no obituary, no funeral, and no memorial service. This was his wish. When I read about his last few days, which were so graphically described, it was disgusting. Who in good conscience could feed upon the last days of a man’s life? The article exploited the physical and emotional decline of his life, while he struggled with disease, weakness and eventual death. This should have been between Sonny and God. I am sure he would not want the heartbreak and suffering of his final moments printed in the newspaper. I know this is a “Facebook” Generation, but I value a person’s privacy. I love my dear friend Salvatore Maresco and will cherish the good memories and the legacy of his fantastic music. I miss him greatly. The entire group of the Starlite Steppers misses him as well.