Saludos.

Hello.

Knock, knock.

Keeping this one short... but back to writing. The man I am immortalizing was our waste removal manager. At the beginning of the holiday season he was waving at me and wishing me well. Then I noticed he no longer was collecting. I assumed a death of a relative and he needed to go back. Around Christmas, in the morning, I found his death specifics on a piece of paper delivered to the Half and Half.

Below is a copy of the placard.

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