Mr. Gordon befriended my daughter, Sara, when she worked at the Bexley Panera. Sara would often come home with a joke or two, courtesy of Sam. Sam had so many jokes, some written on the back of receipts or little scraps of paper. He asked Sara if she had a typewriter, and if she could please type the jokes up for him. Sara typed away, on her computer instead of her typewriter, and Sam's book of jokes became a family project. When all the jokes were typed and bound into a book, complete with a cover that said something like, "Sam's Book of Jokes", Sara gave it to him. He lit up like a child getting the best present ever! He couldn't believe she made him his very own book! He was so proud to show everyone! Sara soon left Panera and moved to Boston. Sam went to the trouble of finding my phone number and called me to tell me what a fine young lady Sara was and how much he enjoyed her company. He got her address and sent her a few dollars. Even though I never got to actually meet Mr. Gordon, I felt like I knew him and was sad when Sara told me of his passing. He was loved by many and will be missed.