Saturday, November 2, 2019
In high school, when I would visit the Penn Ave house to hang with Hugh, Mr. Ash would come to the door with such a calming and pleasant hello. Once I entered he’d always scurry away to his study. He always gave Hugh and I the space to listen to jazz and talk about girls.
I remember Mr Ash’s stacks and stacks of papers around the house. I was amazed at how much information he was saving and cataloguing. Hugh would often roll his eyes and poke fun at him for this.
I’m fortunate to have had those few memories and for having such a great friend in Hugh for the last 30 years.
Much love to the Ash family from all of the Loeschs.