I knew a good man.
He lived next door.
He owned a shop rite in town.
He fed his community. And his community fed him.
He was not in want or need of anything.
He loved the good life, but could be happy with a simple one.
He collected history and put it on a shelf.
He built memories.
He had and gave much love.
He did not say no.
He was funny and sincere, silly and smart.
He let very few inside, but everyone was welcome.
He always asked about your family.
He was my friend, and I am a better man for having known this good man.
Read more about Vince: Vincent LoCurcio III obituary.