Monday, October 17, 2022
The first person I met when we moved onto Dolores Drive in July of 1980 was Nancy Barrett. She was sitting on her driveway in a lawn chair with a can of bug spray next to her. After a couple of sprays at an annoying wasp, she gave me a big smile and welcomed us to the neighborhood. It was the start of a lifelong, treasured friendship. We were neighbors and I made many visits across the street to visit her and Paul. And each time Nancy gave me that same sweet smile, opened the door, and enthusiastically welcomed me into her home, where we would sit at the kitchen table and talk about our families, and what was going on with our lives. The loving memory of those spontaneous visits makes me smile as I mourn the loss of one of my most favorite people.
Dave Capone
