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Frank Lacy, a fine human being who was a good samaritan in my home town, recently passed away. I first knew Mr. Lacy as a neighbor who let the neighborhood kids play football in his yard. Later we played basketball in his driveway.
As a teenager I often saw him at the golf course. Not even the tortuous game of golf could anger him or affect his mild manner. He appeared to exist in a remarkably even state of being, neither pulled down by the setbacks in his life nor inflated by his considerable success in business and status in the community. Here’s a link to Virginia State SENATE JOINT RESOLUTION NO. 346, celebrating the life of Frank McCormick Lacy.
I last saw him at the Kings Grant Retirement community when I was visiting my father in 2001. Even though he was in his 90’s and hadn’t seen me in 20+ years, he remembered who I was.
The Frank Lacy that I knew did not seek attention or the bright lights of publicity. He was dedicated to doing the right thing quietly, nicely and politely. He was truly a Virginia Gentleman.
Once upon a time I spent a lot of time in places. I really miss the sound of running water, the clean air, the shadowy shapes of trout feeding, the call of a kingfisher taking flight from an overhanging tree limb, and the possibility of seeing bear tracks or a bobcat.
When the door opens, we will leave the Atlanta suburbs to live in an area where beautiful streams are within a short walk.