Fast forward to late last month. A friend and I were exiting a restaurant in Avoca when a customer, waiting for his take out, said "Good evening, Mr. Reynolds." Again, I took it as a compliment. Bob was a great guy, inside and out, and he left us way too soon. It was actually a bigger compliment to Bob. Someone remembered the name and his work, even though he got the face confused.
The only thing that would have made the night better is if the man who made the mistake picked up the check.
