Monday, January 25, 2021
I lived next door to Jim and Carol Coan for 39 years, in near-twin houses barely thirty feet apart. I often told friends who didn't know them that the Coans were straight out of a Design-a-Neighbor Box. Not only was there never a cross word in four decades, but we truly enjoyed each others' company. Our kids, within a few years of each other, played together. With two enthusiastic male neighbors, Jim and I built huge parade floats each July. Our kids all dressed up for the theme and rode on the floats, and we won prizes for our efforts.
Jim silver-coated my flat roof twice...he helped move furniture up and down very tight winding staircases. He even managed to laugh --- for a while --- when he was pinned against a staircase wall by a sofa that had no business even trying to be moved into a basement.
Genial, athletic, a great story-teller --- and above all, a fabulous laugher. I really, really loved that booming laugh.
Things changed after Bridie's untimely death, and the neighborhood changed dramatically when Carol and Jim moved to Florida. I only saw them a few times over the past few years when they visited Lansdowne. Can't tell you how much I miss them, and now, more than ever, Jim.
There's a line in an old Ian Tyson song that says: I'm a better man for just the knowing of you.
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