Sunday, May 17, 2020

Hank's Table


I saw Steve Walker the other day. He owns the apartments next door, and spent many years in the immediate vicinity of my house.

Steve informed me his tenant Hank died. I had no idea!

Hank was very quiet and very private. I rarely saw him - maybe sometimes when I was watering the front lawn during summer nights. Hank would park his Saturn sedan, get out, say hi in passing, and go upstairs to his apartment. At other times, I'd see him sometimes in his kitchen when I approached my back door.

And now he's gone.

Steve suggested I take some furniture. I now have Hank's table.

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