Mr. (or Dr.) Esten's wife was my 4th grade English teacher at South Knoll.
I thought he was from Massachusetts with that Boston-ish accent of his, but I guess Providence, RI is close enough.
It's a crying shame that the younger generations never got to experience him addressing the crowd. C.K. was the very definition of "less is more". He didn't speak very much, he didn't interfere in what was happening in front of you. But I and the other 50,000 people there found ourselves hanging on the edge for the next words out of his mouth, just waiting for what was coming next.
When was the last time, if ever, you couldn't wait to hear the PA announcer? Think about that. Never have I heard one more colorful or profound. His words were few, but each one of them weighed a ton.