Such a sweet old man. All the neighborhood kids would get together and ride bikes there. He taught us all about coins and coin collecting. He had a refrigerator in his back room stocked with candy, popsicles...anything that a kid would want.

He was especially kind to me after my Dad chose the wrong way out. I could talk to him about anything he said...and I did....

Such an easy little target.............

I hope there is a special place in Hell for Mr. H......