We all loved Mr. D or Malcolm Duncan. He was the life of the party or anywhere he went he brought light, joy and fun. He had been in an accident, when a train ran over his leg and had to use a wooden leg to walk with. He overcame that obstacle and would dance up a storm. Even though he my veteran’s dad, he danced more than all of the other guys at the party put together. He just was one of us in a grand way.