Scott Alan Robertson

I was in the New Canaan post office when i overheard the father of Scott asking the clerk about picking up Scott's mail because he had died. The clerk was noticeably saddened by the news as were all of the post office employees working that day with heads dropped in disbelief as words of condolences were shared with his father. In the course of ten minutes, I heard numerous nice things said about Scott. Everyone in line was touched by this as the room became silent while his father went...