Bill
Art was a wonderful person. He would do anything for me and I would do anything for him. I was his neighbor and friend for four years and we spent a lot of time together when he was dealing with his loss of Willlow. Art was full of love. He felt betrayal and there were a lot of tears on my porch.
He was always very truthful to me. He told me about his heroin days which had ended around 15 years ago. He said that he had friends who had died and he wasn’t going to go back there because of Willow.
I’m so sad.