Sorry for the color version posting late. I hope the early readers enjoyed the unadulterated, underestimated, lovely B&W version.
You know at least one of those folks, right? The ones that make you think you’d really like to live as long and as well as they have?
On that note, I have to say that Mr. Lee was that guy for me. He stood around and met the students coming into my kids’ elementary/middle school. I figured he was in his 70’s maybe. Then I found out he had been at the bombing of Pearl Harbor. He was in his late 90s when he died, but up until that last year and after a serious surgery, he was fit and engaged and very much there with us. Amazing.
Mr. Lee, you were amazing for so many reasons. Tip of my hat, sir.
Him, and my buddy Kevin William’s grandfather. I never met him, but I like Kev’s stories about him. It’d be nice if stories like that were told of us, right? I think my stories are going to be more like, “Yeah, he could draw, but by the end, there, he was a’scribblin’ all over the walls of his padded cell and he couldn’t tell ya the days of the week nor nothin’. Still did nice caricatures, though. Like a machine, or somethin’.”
