Our little boy Luca always stopped running down Taft Ave to share some time with Walter. Few things slow Luca down, but our soft-spoken neighbor and Luca's buddy – Walter – was one of the things that always did. "He's a big boy" Walter would say as we gathered together on the sidewalk and he adjusted his ever-present camo army cap to reveal the brilliant tan line on his forehead.Looking up all the while, Luca would jump up and down, smile back at Walter's smiling face and exclaim "Yes!" and run off, this way or that.Walter shared a story from his childhood with me on another occassion…of hiding underground as the Nazi's overran his home town in Italy. That will stick with me as a reminder of Walter's momentous life.I am very grateful to live in such a wonderful neighborhood and not have invaders, not have to march off to another continent to fight a ware (as Walter did in Korea) and to live in peace surrounded by wonderful people.Thanks to Walter and his generation, we share a great life here on Taft. Luca IS a big boy and you are a good soul. RIP Walter! Neil, Ali and Luca, neighbors on Taft