Bill Huckle and Snow
A few months ago, Jerry and I went to his 90th birthday party. His name is Bill Huckle. He is our next door neighbor and it is hard to imagine a better one. Kind, gracious, intelligent–he’s wonderful.
A couple of weeks ago, he contracted the flu which developed into pneumonia, and he spent a few days in the hospital.
Today, through my kitchen window, I watched him shovel snow. He’s amazing. Tough. Mountain people!
His wife died before we became neighbors, and one afternoon I had been working in our gardens and had paused to talk over the fence with Bill when he said to me, “I used to have a Shirley, too, but she left me.”