Walter enjoyed talking about his son’s and the trials and tribulations of their lives. Our daily lunch together was a time to catch up on politics, our families, work, and our past. I looked forward to those times because that is what friends do. One of Walter’s sayings was, “Lunch always tastes better when someone else buys!” so we took turns buying each other’s lunch and he was right. In real estate Walter was what I called a “Mudder.”. In horse racing a mudder is a horse who plods through the mud, with mud in its face, to win the race. Walter would work with buyers or sellers, sometime for years, to help them to find their dream home or to depart with the family home. Walter’s clients appreciated his effort and in some cases they all became good friends. Walter will be missed by his brothers, sisters, sons, daughter-in laws, grandchildren, coworkers, and people like me who remember him as a combination of family and friend. RIP Walter.