Sunday, November 17, 2024
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In Autum 2012, my hiking group, Metrotrails, was walking Larger Cross Road when a man pulled up in his car to ask if everyone was alright. We explained what we were doing, and he asked if we needed any water. Another friend jokingly asked "Got any beer?". "Second driveway on the left" he said with a smile and drove off.
We thought little of it until we were passing his beautiful home, and he was standing on his porch holding up a beer in each hand, motioning our large group to come over.
Mr. Mueller invited this entire group of strangers into his home, played beautiful piano for us, gave us drinks and snacks, and we chatted for over an hour on his back deck overlooking the Cushetunk Mountain.
To this day, members of the group that day fondly recall the kind and humorous interaction and unexpected hospitality from a complete stranger.
An act of kindness and a joyful experience that has been often reminisced is perhaps the greatest legacy one can have. We were but a few people on one day. I suspect that Fritz Mueller is the subject of much fond reminiscing by many people.
RIP to this fine gentleman.
