When you move into a neighborhood where the houses sit on quarter acre lots, you cross your fingers and hope for the best with your neighbors. We were fortunate (and so relieved!) when Robin and Brian moved into the house in front of us. If you were to ask me how I would describe them I'd have several things to say...friendly, fun-loving, warm, caring, smart, sweet, down-to-earth, and just so darned nice. Whether it was hanging in the backyard for a party or barbeque (Brian's rib smoking...mmmmm!), gathering for game night, or meeting up for drinks and wings, we could always expect a good time. Brian's neighborly ways were more than just social. Brian would be the first outside for snow shoveling with the guys (and the tequila shots that went with it!) or bringing up trash cans or whatever anyone needed. I don't know much about Brian's time in the Navy or those that he worked with, but those of us who had the pleasure of spending fun times with him at home will forever remember his laugh, his endless knowledge of all things trivial, his weather forecasts, and his fun-loving spirit. Godspeed, Brian. You'll always have a place in our hearts.
