Allan Wilson

Every morning when I open the blinds and look across the street at their sad empty house, l miss them. I knew them through my work where Al was both a customer and a supplier in a relationship going back over forty years. Whenever Al had occasion to visit my office I could hear his trademark laugh from way down the hall and smiles graced the faces of everyone within earshot. I also am reminded of the time our offer on our house was accepted and my wife was musing over whether or not it was a...