At least that was my endearing nickname for him. He, in return, called me Mander. I will never forget the man who tried patiently to teach me how to hit a baseball in grade 6. I will always be grateful for those early memories of the Neville family because it turned out that I became the best of friends with his amazing daughter. He was one of a kind in so many wonderful ways and I will miss him dearly. Love Mander