Mitch Jagielski
John and I were buddies. I miss seeing him around the neighborhood. I miss his warm smile and sound opinions. I miss him walking his dog round the pond and letting me talk him into a shot (ok, just one). I miss his great conversations (well that's just the thing). I miss pretending I like playing that mini shuffleboard game. I miss his generous hosting (Mitch - there's Crown). I miss him protecting the duck eggs outside his deck. I miss him pretending to be a poor chess player, and lulling me into a false sense of security. I miss the free mulch. I miss hanging at 16 mile. I miss his kind offers to help, no matter what. I miss my buddy.
