Community will miss 'T-bone' a great deal

Anthony Joerger was the man killed in the pedestrian accident last week. Let me tell you about Anthony. For the last several months, five and up to seven days a week, Anthony would dine at the end of the bar at Dish Home Cooking. We called him T-bone. It was a given, we knew that was his seat. Many restaurants in town knew our T-bone, and his gentle demeanor and subtle wit brought daily wry grins to any within earshot. I understand a dozen chefs in town want to volunteer to bear his casket. There is a picture of Anthony, with an empty place setting, his perpetually filled diet Coke, and a candle where he sat for his daily meals, and for those of us who loved him, we all are finding ourselves weeping every day since he has passed. We miss him so. Others knew him from the Farmer’s Market, and the new winter Farmer’s Market at the Cedar Street Bridge. May God accept Anthony Joerger into his loving arms, for he was gentle, and kind, and loved.

GARY LIRETTE

Sandpoint