When I moved into this neighborhood last August, Mac immediately invited me into his bizarre fold. After my first Cadillac experience, he told me that I'd fit right in. Every week, Mac had friends come to his home to play cards, eat, drink and say naughty things... I loved coming home from work and seeing the Cadillac gang hanging out in Mac's yard. I think I really bonded with Mac when I told him that I had thrown up on his lawn after staggering home from a neighborhood party early one morning. When Mac's house was burglarized, he took it in stride. He was sitting on his swing sipping out of his stainless steel martini glass when I told him how sorry I was about it. He said, "oh don't that suck..? Hey, how about a drink..? You playing tonight..?" I will miss him greatly.
