Dallas Dean Switzer

I got to know Dallas at Hawthorne Inn. He lived in the wing where my mom lives and had meals with mom. Once a week, I had lunch with this group. He liked his blue cheese dressing, didn't he? His own bottle was in the frig there. He like to grumble sometimes, but he liked it when I brought my sliced garden tomatoes and slices of apple just picked from the orchard. He will be missed.