brian
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 Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 10:24 pm Post subject: morning musings |
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There was a chill in the morning air. Not enough to make you need a coat, but just enough you let you know that winter still had a handle on things. I walked through the sunlight, styrofoam coffee cup in hand, suddenly feeling that I was living in the past. It was just the right combination of things. One moment I’m looking towards my normal day of work, the next I’m years ago with my grandfather in the early morning light, walking to the car to escort him to the hardware store.
“I’ll buy you a sausage biscuit.” His standard payment for services rendered. Coffee was a given. We’d drive around town, stopping here and there, while he’d interject a story or two on a day when he felt up to it. Towards the end he always felt up to it. Eventually he would open up about the war. Close calls. The Pacific. Being left on an island with nothing but warm beer to drink. Then he’d wax slightly introspective as he’d admit that grandma would get mad at him for never getting upset at anything. War will do that to you, he mused. Then back to the task at hand. Biscuits, coffee and hardware.
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