Our neighbor Kathy Vitone was a fixture of my childhood, as prominent a figure in my early life as my own parents. Every night after dinner, she would come over to our house with a glass of iced tea to decompress and talk to my mom. She also doted on me and my siblings; Kathy often called my mom to say, “Hey, can I take Scotty today?” And so I spent countless hours hanging out with her, watching TV together, playing, talking, and, of course, eating. She was a fantastic cook