It has been almost a week since Mr. Hall's service where I shared a couple of childhood memories of growing up next door to the Halls. I did not realise what I would miss as an adult. I have driven up and down West Main Street many times this past week as I have my entire adult life. What is missing is Bill Hall sitting on his pourch watching the traffic pass by. I would always toot my horn and we would exchange a wave. The pourch is now empty except for a few unoccupied chairs. That is now what I will miss, Mr. Hall proudly sitting on the pourch of the house he loved, in the town he loved, watching Farmingdale pass by.