Tuesday, August 02, 2011
When I called my sister several things came up in our discussion. I told of the time when I was ,maybe 12, could have been thirteen, and I had spent the night at their small apratment. The four of us, my young niece included had already eaten dinner. Ralph and I sat on the couch watching a ball game with their dog at our feet and my niece doing little niece things while Sis cleaned up the kitchen. She didn't like folks messing in her kitchen so it's best to be out of the way. During a commercial break Ralph got up, quickly opened the fridge and returned to the couch, popped open a beer and gave me the other one. There we were. Two men having a brew, bellies full, watching the game.
I never forgot that and my Sis was surprised I remembered it. I told her the beer was either a Miller or old Milwaukee. She said matter of fact: "Ummm, that would have been a Miller No doubt."
So I told her I'd drink a toast to his honor, she said he'd like that.
Good bye brother, you done good.