Its selfish to reblog your own story but I was thinking of Old Man Jack just now and realized how much I miss his quips and wisdom. I hope you’re sleeping comfortably, Jack…
It was Monday, Valentines’ Day 2001. My wife was five months pregnant at the time we moved into this wonderful neighborhood smothered in US Naval glory. After I came back from work the next day, she told me a kind old man stopped her as she was wheeling out the trash bin. She said he hobbled from across our quiet street lined with peppercorn trees then kindly wheeled them out for her.
I found out the “old man” was a World War II combat vet. Worse yet, he was a sailor in the Pacific – he fought the Japanese in World War II.
“Holy crap,” flashed through my mind, “What if he finds out we’re Japanese?”
Twelve years later, I was honored to have been a pallbearer at his funeral.
I was so far off base about my first thoughts on Old Man Jack that even George Burns could have…
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3 thoughts on “Two Old Men and a Father’s Day Anguish”
It’s not selfish to reshare a man you value and respect. It’s wonderful.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, Chatter Master!
🙂 It’s a great post Koji.