Willie was a schizophrenic living in Middletown, Connecticut. When I was living in Connecticut for school, I worked late sometimes walking home at 3 or 4 in the morning. On cold winter nights, Willie was the only soul in sight, always walking, and passing me by without a word. Willie was my reference point that I had arrived back to school in Connecticut from Philadelphia because he was always walking the streets or standing on a corner. He had an ability to look right through a person. I heard secondhand that he was hit by a car and died weeks before I left Connecticut for good – I heard the whole town turned out for his funeral.