Cutting Back the Weeds

My neighbor down the hall, David, passed away a couple weeks ago after a battle with cancer. He was in his 70s, that much I know.

Up until very recently, when illness and radiation treatments got the better of him, he ventured out almost every afternoon for a short stroll outside, taking in the bustle of Lakeshore Avenue and the views of the Oakland hills. He walked slowly, deliberately, and for about the past year, with a cane. When it was cold, he wore a tweed flat cap to cover his thick sho...