He had a name
It was Mr. Michaud. He was a US Army veteran, Boy Scout leader extraordinaire, father to his own sons (whom I grew up with) and to me when my dad wasn't around, and a friend to both my parents and to me.
Of course, he had a first name, which was Vern. In fact, there is a tradition in the Boy Scouts that even if you were a Scout and grew to be a Scouter (the BSA term for adult leaders) you addressed other Scouters by their first names since you were all supposed to be equals.
I could never do that; his first name to me was always "Mr". There are few men in this world I have respected on the same level as my father, and he was one.
Farewell, Mr. Michaud. May you no longer know the pain that's been plagueing you these last few years. Trudy is waiting for you...