Our neighbor, George Winston II, died in February. He was 92, served in WWII, and could be seen on his front porch almost every day. “The Old Man Club”, as my husband and I called it, was a collection of George, some buddies, a little television (from us), beers, and hot dogs grilling on his front porch most spring, summer, and early fall days. Winston was my elderly hero: living and loving life. But, just so there isn’t confusion on what a sweet old, man he was, I should tell you, on one of my jogs, he yelled at me, “You could just push away from the dinner table!”
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He’ll be missed for sure!