The Mayor. That's what we who live on SW 51st ST called Tommy Youngman. When a storm was blowing, and in the aftermath, there he'd be out patrolling on foot or in his truck, checking on things for all of us, letting us know how everything was going, how bad the storm might be, and when the power might come back. Across years of my wife's declining health, he did so many good turns for us, I lost count. I remember plates of his delicious cooking he'd bring by when he was cooking up a storm (the good kind of storm) for this or that occasion. And just talking, just standing on the street in the evening sharing how the week went, what the weather was. Tommy was my very good neighbor, and friend. Our street has an emptiness to it now that will not be filled.