When I was around 7 years old, this curly haired dude with a limp came into my life. In the summer, we had our morning trips to his cousins tavern, which was closed during the day, so he could either work or shoot the shit. Not sure which, but I was given quarters to play in the little arcade that was in there until it was time for us to go so I didn’t care. My mom, him and I took drives in a big old, green Lincoln to do weekly shops and stuff. He was into his cars. In fact..I got yelled at all the time when I would drive up home and my car would be the dirtiest thing ever. He was the closest thing to a father that I had since my biological father was never there. Even though we had our ups and downs, he still remained in my life after my mom and his relationship ended. (I question whether it REALLY ended most of the time. lol) He still kept up with me and called me on my birthday each year just to stay in touch. In a way, I took that for granted. I never thought he truly cared until recently when I was one of the first calls made to make me aware of being in the hospital due to COVID-19. Anyway…thank you for being in my life John L. Peoples. I will never get the chance to tell you that. Rest in Peace.