After the passing of his wife, Louis' daughter-in-law, Ruby, introduced me to him. A few short weeks later, I began cleaning house for him, and we also became friends. Cleaning house really was just another term for spending time with a wonderful man, who would much rather sit and visit (and eat), than worry about whether I was keeping his house spotless. He already did that. I thought it was cute how his belongings were so orderly; his medicine bottles spaced the exact amount of space apart, his kitchen organized like that on a military base, and his office could rival that of any professional! I looked forward to the stories he would tell me about his career and family, and enjoyed stepping back in time a little each time I was with him. (He and my grandfather were the only men I knew who still used shoehorns!). After he moved into a community where cleaning services were provided, he would still have me over for lunch and ice cream and a good chat. I enjoyed those days up until I began working full time. I missed my Lunch With Louis days. I feel privileged to have know such a great and kind man such as him. Marla Watts