This week, Harlem lost a great lady. Our neighbor, we called her Commodore, passed away suddenly from a heart attack. It was quite a shock to find out the sad news.
The first day Amy and I were looking at the apartment, she was on the stoop eating peanuts and offered us a handful, "Have some peanuts girls." She was a lifer on our block, been here for over 40 years. Always kind and generous, whether giving us pecans or zuccini from the community garden, she always looked out for us. And she would be outside shoveling our stairs after a fresh snowfall. I hope she is in a better place. She will definitely be missed.
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