Adios, Viejo Verde
Thirteen years ago, in the very, very early stages of being a blogger, I wrote a post about my friend and neighbor, Frank. His eighty-fifth birthday was coming up and I was making a quilt for him.
Frank and Maggie were living in the house next-door when we moved into this house twenty years ago. We spent many happy years going downtown to dinner and then the orchestra concert. We dined out together locally. We entertained each other at home.
A very liberal Democrat with a winsome chuckle, Frank was also a cook with a limited repertoire. As Maggie said, "What he made, he made well." His specialties were flan, garbanzo soup, and the most marvelous concoction, eau de vie, which he made each Christmas for adult consumption. A native of Cuba who emigrated to North America, he lived in both Canada and the United States and fathered four children.
Frank's goal was to live to be 100. He darned near achieved it. We lost him last night at the age of 98-7/12. He will be missed.