George and Vivian were our neighbors on 161st Street. One day George noticed that I was spraying something on the lawn that butted up against theirs, and I didn't have any weeds. He asked what I was spraying and then sprayed himself. His weeds still grew. So he made a deal with me. If I would kill his weeds and keep them from growing, he would mow that part of our lawn that was next to theirs. I thought that was a great deal!! And so it was. He later showed us how to set the mole trap properly, which that bit of knowledge is still used today.
He was also the man who was ,I guess, somewhat of an informant. :) He kept track of the goings-on across the street and let the police know that there seemed to be a drug house there. One evening, it paid off as the police came and raided the house. We weren't home much and that night we missed all of the action. But I take away from that, the need to do the right thing.
Both of us moved away and we didn't see each other until one day at church, he tapped me on the shoulder. He just wanted to say "Hi". It was good to see him.
George was always a kind man and heaven is lucky to have him now.
To Vivian and the family, I'm sorry for our loss.
Tammy (Zeemin) Rubin