We grew up next door to the Johnsons. For 66 years they were the best neighbors anyone could hope for. Even though I'm in my 60s, I've never felt comfortable calling him Dennis, it was always "Mr. Johnson". All of us kids on the block knew he was a coach, assistant principal, and principal so we had a great respect for him. Obviously he was not the "mean" kind of coach or principal. He was always soft spoken, kind and friendly. He and my dad were always on good terms. It was always amazing seeing how much energy he had, even well into his 80s. He was constantly working on his lawn or building something or making home improvements. Because his house was on the corner, it served as the "gateway" to Magnolia Dr. It was the first house people would see when they turned onto our street. Mr. Johnson took that unofficial responsibility seriously. His yard and house were always immaculate. Darrin and Darby, we will miss your mom and dad, the best neighbors ever, but it gives us peace knowing they are together again in heaven today.