Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Back in the late '60s, early '70s, one of my favorite people at The Company was a manager in the development area, named Bob Black. The name suited him. He was probably late 40s, well over 6 feet tall, and huge - shaped like the letter "D". Those were the days when men wore suits to work, and his were always black. He had black hair, and a full long thick black beard that covered the knot in his tie.
We often sat at the same table at lunch. I adored him. He was intelligent and pleasant, and sometimes downright sweet.
One day at lunch, a few days before Christmas, he showed up at the table with a salad, instead of his usual tray loaded with goodies. When asked, he blushed and said that it was brought home to him that it was time to lose weight.
The day before, he'd been shopping with his wife, and had misplaced her. He was standing in a store aisle, craning to look over the racks to locate her, when he felt a series of tugs on his suit jacket, and became aware of a small voice somewhere in the vicinity of his knee. He looked down, and there was a little girl, maybe four years old, with a grip on his jacket, and an adoring look on her face, beaming up at him,
and she was saying, "...and a doll house, and a paint set, and roller skates, and...."
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2 comments:
In my old group at The Company, there was a white guy in his late 50s who was short, somewhat portly and had snow white hair and a neatly trimmed beard.
There was also a woman from China whose name Nina Esposito who one day watched him come in the building. She looked at me and said, "Oh, you know Dave - he look like Santa Claus! We should tell him! He look like Santa!"
I wish I had, given my experience with Dave since then.
Ha ha ha ha, that's priceless! Poor guy, but that was amusing.
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