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  •  Happy Tuesday All! (9+ / 0-)

    If I may I would like to post this short tribute to my late bro in law, Stan. I think he would love to be able to stop by the porch and have a cold pop with everyone. His birthday would have been March 13th.

    Stan was born in '32 in Dayton Ohio. He had a number of half brothers and sisters some older and some younger. His mother left her first husband and went off to the south with Stan's dad, then returned to her family.

    He never knew his father but his older brother met him, he said he was Seminole, the tallest man he'd ever seen with hair to his waist. Stan always looked like a black Indian, makes sense.

    Stan lived poor as a child, his older brother went to work for the WPA to help support the family. Stan once stole a strawberry from a cart and was beaten within an inch of his life, he never touched strawberry anything after that.

    When he was 17 he lied his way into the service to fight in Korea. He was so skinny that they couldn't fit a uniform on his 6'4" body so his first month was spent eating. Eventually we got through basic and was an explosives expert.

    Stan returned to the States and became a long haul truck driver. That was no easy deal for a black man in the early '50s. There were states that didn't really like seeing a black man in a big rig. He persisted, he always persisted.

    He got arrested in Florida, basically for driving while black. The judge called him boy, Stan had enough of that and told the judge he could, I'll be polite and say it was a sex act involving the judge and his "big black dick". That's how Stan learned what it was like to work on a chain gang. Twice. He was brought back before the judge and he said it again.

    He did get out of Florida and eventually met my sis. They were perfect for each other, both hyper and smart and full of fun. They even drove truck together, my sis the crazy white woman with bright red hair and Stan, the gregarious hilarious, black man.

    We lost him to strokes, too many to count. His body was so strong it took two years for him to die. He took a part of me with him, I loved him. I will miss him for the rest of my life.

    "The scientific nature of the ordinary man is to go on out and do the best you can." John Prine

    by high uintas on Tue Mar 19, 2013 at 02:43:04 PM PDT

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