Farewell to the most interesting man in the world.

Things I'll miss in Chicago: Saturday night fireworks that, even though they happen every week, still catch me by surprise; tulips; piles of snow that Lucy likes to jump in when it drifts; the lakefront in summer; and Ambrose.

Ambrose is one of Wes's classmates. He's just a few years older than us and lives down the street. He is one of the most kind, genuine guys I've known -- and the coolest. His refined fashion sense has, hopefully, rubbed off on Wes (though his advanced ability to grow hair has not). He shared cabs with us to and from social gatherings, followed my quest for a baby, helped decorate Christmas cookies last winter, referred affectionately to our son as "the spawn," and collaborated with me to surprise Wes for his birthday this year. He's a great guy, and we're definitely both going to miss having him as a neighbor.

Be well, Ambrose, you lurker. And when you drink beer, make it Dos Equis.