I found out yesterday evening, on my walk home from metro, that one of our neighbors had died. Mr. Bill lived in one of the apartment buildings on Fort Totten Drive that we pass every day and most evenings I would see him hanging out on the sidewalk or sitting on the curb watching the world go by. He always said hello, and often had a remark or two to make, usually about the weather, sometimes about his life. He put his sister through secretarial school because “you have to have a trade”. He got in a fight with his father-in-law once, which ended with him being shot in the foot. He lied about who did it in the hospital because he didn’t want his father-in-law to get in trouble. He was a veteran. He loved Charlie. He turned 64 at the beginning of the month and he will be missed.