Lilly Simons was a wonderful man, husband, father, Papa & friend. We lived on the back of his head. My father ran away with one of his girl-friends when I was two years old. Dealing with pain for over 10 years I've already been up and Peshine Avenue one block down. Oma's brother, Julius, all came to us as a look-how-generous-I-am thing, I mean it as a lost-seeming lady, I wanted — no, needed — to hear.