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I moved into my house almost two years ago and shortly after that, met Alice.

Weighing in at about 17 lbs and about 150 years old, Alice struck a pretty mean sillouette coming in and out of her house every few days.  It was a painful experience to watch the 30 minute ordeal of making the ten-foot trek from her old Pontiac to her front door.

When I introduced myself to her, I told her my name was ‘Luke’, which is the street-version of Lucas.  Because she was about 90% deaf, she thought I said ‘Lou’, and no matter how many times I corrected her, it just didnt work.  Ever since that day, my evil-alias has been ‘Lou’ and that’s because of this woman who couldnt figure out how to leave a message on my phone and who wanted me to ‘teach her computers’.

Alice passed away last week at the age of 90-something.  You gotta hand it to her, for someone who didnt get a drivers license until the age of 88, when her husband passed, she knocked it out solo-style for a good long time.

Goodbye Alice

- Lou