In the early 90's a guy bought the house next to my parent's lake property.
(The neighborhood was still mostly little summer cottage shacks back then. Good location.)
George was a big-wig inventor of early Compression Algorithms, to my understanding.
also possibly dealing with cancer
I'd see him occasionally and say hello. Nice guy. Very reserved and well dressed.
George rebuilt into a nice place with a heated sidewalk and everything. Had a chill full time fixit guy who hung around a bit baked doing this or that. Super cool everything. His smoking hot daughter stopped by one day and I checked out the leaking oil pan on her beater Ford. That was a slow ball down the center which I watched go past. Sigh.
My father had some kind of permanent sand-in-drawers issue over George's new porch railing partially blocking our full view. Rules and standards. It was a 1-direction war.
Pop loved computers and new tech. I had a lot of IP ideas.
But that was that.
(The neighborhood later rebuilt into giant hideous McMansions breaking ALL the HOA rules.)
