Walter Lloyd Haring

Walt Haring was one of the most interesting, yet puzzling people I've ever known.

Since childhood, he seemed driven to show the world that he was a rough, tough character, not to be trifled with. Yet he had an intelligence and wit that always shone through, and would never fail to entertain.

I've never known a more amusing and animated storyteller. And persuasive... oh, man... if he wanted something from you, it was almost pointless to resist. He would get it, sooner or later--and would usually leave you smiling and chcukling for days, in the process.

He could keep you riveted for hours with stories of past careers, pranks, bar fights, neighborhood squabbles, chaotic binges, legal issues, football, and sexual escapades... all the while playing a pretty formidable round of chess, poker, or even shuffleboard. How many people knew that Walt was a shuffleboard ace?

Coming from most guys, many of these tales would sound like wild and egotistical bragging of the type so common these days. But Walt's casual, matter-of-fact delivery left little doubt that it was the telling, not the glory, that was important to him. I always knew that what he was saying was at least 90% true... and that any embellishments were only for the purpose of entertainment. He always had that confident air of someone with nothing to prove. I think it was his self-assurance that I admired most.

He was a hard man to know. Life had built a thick wall around his heart, and he was always wary of the intentions of others. But once you did get past that wall, he was capable of extreme loyalty, and even great kindness. I will never forget how this tough, cynical, "worldly" guy could be so emotional about the well-being of a small kitten, or a homely, unwanted dog. More than once I saw him hiding tears due to the plight of one small animal or another. He couldn't allow himself to be seen showing any such vulnerability to the world... but it was there, nonetheless. That tells me a lot about people, their attitude toward creatures who are essentially at their mercy. And it told me a lot about Walt.

I will miss his stories, his panache, his upbeat and amusing manipulations... his presence in the neighborhood, and the world. I do feel lucky to have known him, though I will always regret not knowing him better.

Rob Cole

i really wanted to write something poetic and moving. But, in the end all that matters is that I love you dad. I miss you and I wish that you were here. i know you are still watching over me.

Love Always,

Your Baby Girl

Once Loved
Forever a Friend
Cyndy

I was shocked to read of the passing of Walt. Our paths had crossed several times, and I always found him a kind and generous fellow. My condolences to the family.