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You know Moses, I've always read your posts with admiration and respect but for some reason, never responded.
This one touched me.
I can relate. Your description of your father is my grandfather to a tee. He was in the war as a medic but would never tell me any details. Whenever I asked him about it, he just told me it was in the past. If I pressed him on it, he said he had seen bad things and seen men do bad things to others.
He kicked my ass physically when my dad was teaching me about nonviolent resistence. He drove a taxi in NY whenever he didn't have other work. He taught my dad, who taught me to work on cars and realize that if some one's hands had made it, ours could fix it.
He was a man who at 75 would come to visit my mother and me and decide our house was in need of paint. Next thing I knew, me and Grandpa were scraping the eves and rolling on a new coat.
He died at around eighty, fifteen years ago. I've got his set of 1/2 SK sockets and the memories of one tough MFer. I miss him every day.
Relish the time Moses, he don't need no changin'
Jess
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