Several mornings a week about three to ten guys meet for breakfast at various places, usually in Marin County, California. Most are vets. We have some amazing conversations for old guys: we have enormous experience. Our senior guy is 80 and our youngest, 44. We are WW ll and Vietnam. We talk about politics, women--no subject is off-limits. My wife calls them my "girlfriends." After our talks, I usually summarize our thoughts on the blog.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
GEORGE.
I have been wracking my brain to come up with some remembrance of George. I thought of this one. George could not read or write. Yet he would sit for hours pretending to read the newspaper. We all knew he couldn't read but don't remember anyone ever saying something to him. To me this is absolutely remarkable. It was as though we wanted to give George this moment. If he wanted to pretend he was reading, OK with us. Pretty amazing if you think about it.
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