I have an Allen Bailey story. My wife and I lived in the River Market in Kansas City from 2013-16, and our loft shared a wall with Allen Bailey’s apartment. He always smiled, always said hi. He was a giant human being. We owned a Boston Terrier named Wrigley, who Allen really liked. The dog was ultra-hyper, but we loved him. One day after work, I came home and couldn’t find Wrigley in our apartment. I looked everywhere, I yelled for him. Then I hear a booming voice from next door. “HEY HE OVER HERE” Turns out the maintenance man had been in our apartment (scheduled maintenance) and had unknowingly let our dog out into the common foyer area. I go out of my apartment and Allen meets me, holding Wrigley. With a big smile, he says “I found him out here. Thought about just keeping him and not telling y’all.” Was really sad to see the news. I didn’t know the guy well by any means, but he genuinely seemed like a great guy. RIP.