the first guy down was my principal during all of elementary school. he was very nice to my parents and i and would always ask us questions about chile. the few times i got in trouble, he'd let me off easy because "paul's a good kid." a couple of times, he invited me to have ice cream in his office during lunch. it was french vanilla both times. i remember because i didn't really like the flavor at the time. he lives a couple blocks away now.
this man used to live almost directly across the street from me and his dog used to bark at me every day when i would walk by. it's creepy to know I was living practically next door to a man missing a thumb.