My neighborhood lost a good man over the weekend. My memories of him will always bring a smile. He was 82 and had this thing about hitting one of my bushes often when he backed out of his driveway. Right across the alley to my bush as if it were a magnet for that car. He always felt so bad about that and one time when he hit it extra hard, came to the door to show me his injuries as if to say "look, it's not just your bush suffering!" I always told him it didn't matter, it was just a bush, but his wife makes the BEST spring rolls EVER so we've been gifted with spring rolls when my bush took the hits. I will never again eat a spring roll without thinking of them or look into their yard without smiling. I fear that his wife will not be remaining on her own. He loved golfing... the back of my house is proof because there's a ding in my siding where he overshot one of his swings... again, it just made me smile, as it did when I saw him puttering around his gardens and mowing his grass. Just the type of person whose smile was infectious.