Sunday, June 2, 2019
I had the good fortune to be backyard neighbors with George and Jean for many years in Manhattan. George and I would chat about a variety of things as we worked in our flower gardens and yards. George knew my Dad, and knew many of the people and places that I knew. It was always reassuring and comfortable to see George and Jean sitting out on their patio in the backyard. I have many, many fond memories of our long talks over the backyard fence, shared knowledge and companionship. I moved about 3 years ago, and my talks with George and Jean in the backyard is the thing I miss the most.
