Tuesday, June 26, 2012
When I moved to The Mountain 7-1/2 years ago, I was fortunate to get John as a neighbor. I enjoyed many long conversations with him over the fence about the history of the neighborhood, families, and the world in general. I always was a little dissappointed(maybe jealous) when John would pack up and leave for Florida for the winter, and looked forward to his return in the spring. More frequent than the conversations with John were the chats with Major over a biscuit or two after he would greet me when I pulled in the driveway.
John is now and will always be missed.
