A Wave and a Greeting
Last July one of our neighbors died. In the final few weeks of his life Wilbur joked to his wife, Ann, “When I die, you’re going to have to hire six guys to serve as my pallbearers.”
When I went to Wilbur’s interment at Arlington National Cemetery, the reception area was packed with friends, neighbors, and family members. And later at his home neighbors dropped by to share a bite and a favorite memory about Wilbur. Most of the memories had to do with one thing: in pleasant weather he and Ann used to sit out on their front porch and wave at the people who drove by.
If you walked past their house, well, that was another matter. Wilbur always …