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I'm Legal

Thursday, 9:12 am

By KateC

Sep

30

2004

As usual, I waited until the last day to have my car inspected. But it’s done and I’m legal for another year. My car was third in line this morning—at 7:35AM. The fellow behind me was an older gentleman, a World War II veteran. While we waited for our cars to be completed, he regaled me with tales of war and life. Turns out he’s 84 years old and doesn’t look a day over 60. He lost his wife two years ago, after 60 years of marriage. She succumbed to Alzheimers. He showed me their wedding photograph. He keeps it in his wallet. With a twinkle in his eye, he asked, “Would you have married that feller?” Time takes its toll, it’s true. He was a handsome sailor back in the day. But a fine looking man now. He said he’s feeling better about life. It took a while after losing his beloved wife, but he’s ready to get back in the saddle again. “I’m looking for a girl who has a boat this time,” he said. With more twinkle in his eye. “You wouldn’t happen to have one would you?” “How big a boat?” I asked.  “At least a 48 footer,” he grinned. “Guess that disqualifies me” I laughed.

He’s currently working as a ranger out at the wildlife/beach reserve. Loves his work and the people he works with. I imagine they love him, too.