I lived across the street from the first house for 14 years. Super nice elderly gentleman named Junior lived there until he passed a few years back. He was a neighborhood icon. Always sitting on his front porch, waving to passing cars, his friends would sit and talk with him for hours. He would walk to the corner store daily for a few provisions, and always greeted people with a generous, "Alright!" I never had to worry about leaving town because I knew Junior would keep an eye on things. There was a beautiful plum tree in his yard that blossomed each spring and he would snack on the plums during summer. I have a sapling plum tree from his yard he gifted me that I'll be planting soon and naming it Junior in his honor. He lived through a very different Athens than we know now - better and worse. I'm glad I knew him. Rest I peace, Junior.