He lived alone a few doors down … kept to himself and seldom went out … except Saturdays … he’d start up that 1970 Corvette and not return until sundown. People talked and said he must be a drug dealer or in witness protection. One Saturday, entirely by chance, I saw that Corvette parked at a restaurant thirty miles from home. I couldn’t help myself. He invited me to sit and we had a fine time. Phil spent 26 years in the military then retired from the U.S. foreign service. He liked our town OK but found the people a little standoffish.