Richard Walton is a mensch. He is both kind and wise and generous and funny.
I used to see him three times a week, or at least once or twice, without fail. Now I see him less than once a month, but I know that I could call him or find him, if I had any kind of question or problem, and he would answer in the most practical and helpful of ways.
When our cat, Romare (Romey) died on a cold February morning, Richard was the one I called for a shovel...
Years earlier when my Bubbe was worried about me, folks in New Haven tracked down Richard, because they knew he was intricately connected with the Providence-Niquinohomo Sister City project ( I was in Niquinohomo at the time). And she spoke with him and he reassured her that I was well and busy and thriving....
I think of him as a brother, more than as a father or uncle, for reasons I cannot quite elaborate. Certainly a Wiser Brother. . .
This year his Birthday will be celebrated at The Roots Cafe.
In the past there were cheerful dogs and many crawling babies at the event, and I am not sure if either are encouraged to this setting...
If you have never met Richard, that's no reason not to celebrate. You probably have friends in common already....
Thursday, May 24, 2012
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missed the party, but Happy Birthday, Richard.
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