I thought it was odd to see two state Highway Patrol cars driving down my street Saturday morning. I didn’t know at the time they were going to tell my neighbor James Parker that his daughter Arielle had been tragically killed in a car accident.
Earlier this summer, we lost my next-door neighbor Marcia MacDonald. I’m looking at her beat-up white Mazda pickup truck sitting in the driveway as I write this.
I didn’t know Arielle, but it sounds like she was just one of those people born good. I did know Marcia, but I had no idea she was such an accomplished jeweler until after her passing. Instead of talking about herself, she expressed interest in those around her.
