I Was Just Thinking
Moments in Time:
Many years ago, when driving to my Army Reserve station, I would pass an elderly black gentleman who was always... no matter what time of day, was sitting by the side of the road and would always wave at us as we passed. He was very consistent, he was always there, always smiling and waving. We even once thought of coming by as a group and presenting him a certificate, but we never made the time to do such a thing. Still, he was such a fixture of that road.
Years later, he's no longer there, and I'm no longer going to the unit regularly. However, every time I pass that point of the road, I remember him there. It never leaves my memory.
Many years ago, when driving to my Army Reserve station, I would pass an elderly black gentleman who was always... no matter what time of day, was sitting by the side of the road and would always wave at us as we passed. He was very consistent, he was always there, always smiling and waving. We even once thought of coming by as a group and presenting him a certificate, but we never made the time to do such a thing. Still, he was such a fixture of that road.
Years later, he's no longer there, and I'm no longer going to the unit regularly. However, every time I pass that point of the road, I remember him there. It never leaves my memory.
