[franksolich]

I hope this is of interest.

[Monsieur Poirot]

I gave up after the first 3,000,000 words. Who wrote it?

[Hot Tabasco]

There was a character in the little town I grew up in in northern Michigan back in the 50's. I'm thinking he worked for the mill (or maybe it was a part of the train depot)I don't really remember what that building was anymore.

But anyway, his name was Cedrick and the car he drove he had made out of wood. Imagine that.

There was another guy who lived in a tar paper shack towards the edge of town who never talked to anybody, he just went about his own business. I think us kids nicknamed him "hermit". Anyway, the only car he had was an old Rolls Royce which he parked beside his tarpaper shack. Unfortunately one day his shack burned to the ground and took the Rolls Royce along with it.........

[Tainan]

Another good story Frank. I've known a few 'cooks' like Tiny though the years. To a man, the more I got to know them the more I learned to appreciate the history that had led them to where they were when I met them. Some were treading the last few miles of a rather ragged life. Holding on the the remnants of what they had. Bits and pieces of memories that had more meaning than they used to have. Knowing they were close to the end of the game.
Some still had dreams of the future rather than the past. Plans to get out of there...do something they knew thay had to so. Something that would make it all worth it.
Thats when places had 'character.'
And it was accepted that some people were 'characters.'

[HIDEK6]

What a jerk.

[no more apples]

I really enjoyed that story. Thank you.

[SouthernBoyupNorth]

While the post is long winded it is still an interesting piece. The fact that the author remembered such a man and felt compelled to write about him says something about the character of the man himself. In the end it is the live you touch and how you are remembered that counts.

[MudPuppy]

I really enjoyed that story. thanks!

[Philo1962]

I hope this is of interest.

It was, Frank. As they say at Alcoholics Anonymous, "Thanks for sharing." Many of us are addicted to fond memories in the same way an alcoholic or junkie is addicted. They provide us comfort, and tearing oneself away from them causes withdrawal.

Some people please God a lot more than others. I've known a few people like that, and I'm grateful to be reminded of them. A few, God bless them, are still around.

[Jackson57]

Thank you frank. Reminds us of days gone by when people were gentle-folk.