Victor was the best neighbor you could hope for. His garage was the hangout after work until well after dark. He didn’t mind sharing his beer, although I don’t drink. He always had rock music playing, classical rock and country. He always seemed to have the right tool for whatever you needed, and didn’t mind lending them out – but he was particular about his tools. And he would often lend a hand if he needed it. But what I remember, most is his laughing. He was always laughing. If you couldn’t take a joke, you might oughta stay away, but he was never mean about it. He just saw a lot of humor in things. And was sometimes sarcastic. But he could take a joke, even a sarcastic one. He was definitely a friend, and I would have to say the best neighbor I ever had.