This morning I learned that the old fellow who used to sit by the BSL laundry in San Nicolaas and "watch" the cars for people there, passed away two days ago. I used to call him "pops" with great affection. He was the only guy I would ever give a few florins even though I was never worried about my car. He showed me his identification a while back, indicating his was 90 years old. He told me he was originally from Cuba. Unfortunately, I didn't learn more about his life the last few visits.
At any rate, it is with great sadness that I report his passing. He was a character, like so many I've met in that little town. God rest his soul.