Remembering Ed

Had a truck driver make a delivery to the shop last week. He is a black man who farms some on the side. We do a job for him, maybe once a year. He asked, "Mr Ed not in today?" I had to tell him that Ed passed away on Sept 23. He said, "I'm sorry to hear that." He then put his head down on the counter and when he raised it, with tears in his eyes, said, "I fell in love with that man 18 years ago." I know how he feels.