Walter Lang

This is Walter, the giver of tea.  The neighbor who played the accordion out his window, and who also asked if I would give him a message.  We shared Easter dinner together, and he gave Martin his first German beer. I shoveled the sidewalk for him when it snowed, and sometimes he came over past 9 pm to see if I might want a velvet painting from 1970, a TV, or maybe a radio.  All for a good price.  I will miss Walter, and I know he will miss us.