When my friend Tim Lang was alive, one noticed when he was around you. He was big and goofy. I miss everything about him. One of my favorite stories about him followed a trip he made to a local restaurant. He brought some food to bring to my house, as he often did when he had something he wanted to talk about with me. He had been in this establishment maybe 50 times and knew where the door was. Only this time, he tried to go in through a side entrance. It turned out to be a glass wall. Sudden stop.