We did his HV/AC work when I was a teenager. When ever we would go to service his AC he would always come out and talk with us. Some time he was sober other times he was stoned, but always fun to talk to. The house he owned then is across the street from my son’s school. Every time I drive past it I think of Mr. Brown in his silk PJ with a pink frilled robe trying to help us fix his AC. Lets just say he was not sober that day.
