Mr. Maurice Lyles. My neighbor, friend and respected elder passed away 2 days ago at age 88. Almost immediately he became a mentor of mine and I could always call or knock on his door and I could talk with him about anything, whether out front, out back or in his living room. I would take an annual portrait of him every year around his birthday, June 12. Unfortunately, I didn't get to take his portrait this year. This photo is by far my favorite of him. He was 82 at the time. A Washington, DC native and long ago retired, Maurice was a prolific jazz drummer, still playing gigs regularly up until about 2 years until his health declined. Every year, faithfully, the stars and stripes would hang proudly in front of his house and in a flower pot on Independence and Memorial Days. He was married twice and both wives passed on years ago. Always keen of mind and spirit, there was very little small talk. He would always jump right into a very serious and relevant conversation about some of the most important topics of our time whether that be national and local DC politics, race relations, healthy eating, the economy, gentrification. You name the subject, Maurice had a strong view. Mr. Lyles was a voracious reader, with books literally all over his three story Bloomingdale townhome. On occasion, he would would insist on lending me books from his vast library to share some of the insight and wisdom he acquired. Our one friendly point of contention was sports and NFL football in particular. I am a Giants fan. He was 100% Washington. My heart and prayers go out his family and loved ones. He is a part of a passing generation that we must never forget. Rest in Peace, Mr. Lyles. I will miss you...