A MEMORY IN LIGHT OF FATHER’S DAY…
My father replied that there were two stools at the counter. I noticed the waitress glance in that direction and then down at me. Looking at my father she replied, “You don’t want to sit there, it should only be a few minutes.”
My father reached down and took my hand, we walked to the empty stools. When we sat down, my father spoke to the African-American man seated next to me, and I remember his kind smile as he looked down at me. After we finished our lunch and were headed home, my father explained why the waitress had thought that we would not want to sit in those seats.
A year or so later, my father died of leukemia. I only had him in my life for 13 years, but this was one of many lessons he taught me. Lessons that have served me well through the years.