Dinah Bleau
We have lived across the street from Buddy ever since we moved here in 1978, and we were lucky to have him as a neighbor. He was always quick to say hello and to engage in a friendly chat. He was thoughtful and kind, which his care for Chiquita showed in a major way, but he was also thoughtful and kind in small ways. Once on the evening news, a mention was made of some special event to watch for in the evening sky (I don't remember now what it was — a comet, perhaps), and I stepped out to try to see what the newscaster had been talking about. I looked and looked and didn't see it. I hadn't noticed that Buddy was also looking at the sky, but he noticed that I was seeking in the wrong place, and he crossed the street and pointed to the phenomenon. No words were necessary. I was touched by that little kindness, as well as being happy to know that he also had intellectual curiosity. What they say about men like Buddy is that they are the salt of the earth and that they don't make them like that anymore, and it's true. A good man.