Wynn

Wynn was my next door neighbor for the past two years and he never failed to keep me on my toes. I remember one night some friends and I had just come in from dinner and were sitting in my lving room, when, suddenly, the door flew open and in strolled Wynn, talking as he made his entrance ... "Who want's to go to Amy's for some ice cream?" We were taken aback for a second by the sheer unexpectedness and randomness of what had just happened. We all started to laugh and Wynn laughed, too. We respectfully declined the ice cream, as we were all about to explode from dinner. Wynn stayed and we chatted for a bit until everyone finally dispersed to their own homes. Wynn was always so willing to help me if I needed anything. The last time I talked to him was when he called me a few weeks ago, right after I had moved to NYC. I had asked him to keep an eye out for a check I was expecting. He called me just to say ... "Nothing yet ... but I'll let you know as soon as it does get here." Now, that's a truly good neighbor. He will be missed. Goodbye Wynn. Peace.

 

-Doug Thompson