I want to tell you about Mr. Henry. When I first met him 16 years ago he was in his late 60’s. We worked together and our only problem with him was trying to tell him to stop working so we could go home. He’s a retired army sergeant and a World War II veteran. He also had already retired from working another company after 30 years of service. He didn’t need any money and I couldn’t figure out what the hell he kept working for. He’s also probably one of the craziest old men I have ever met. He would give me rides home at night and talk to me about the old days. We joked around a lot with each other but when he decided to get serious I never took what he said for granted. It was almost like having a bonus grandfather except we looked at women together. After we stopped working together I would still pass by his house and have a highball with him or run into him at Bally’s Casino flirting with young women.
I saw him in
Thursday evening I was leaving
Sometimes men have a strange way of saying I love you and I miss you. The conversation went something like this.
Henry: You tank head summa bitch! What you doing all sweaty boy? I know you ain’t working out. You are going home to eat a whole chicken for dinner.
Me : Shut up you old goat. Who gave you a security guard job anyway? It’s a good thing you don’t have a pistol. First of all you can’t see. Secondly, you might have a D-Day flash back and kill somebody.
Henry: Don’t you know boy if I hit you, you gonna bleed?
Me: Just because some young woman got you thinking you still a young man don’t mean you should try running up on me.
Henry: Shut up boy……when we drinking a highball?
Me: Whenever you are up to it.
The chance of things like this happening is one of the reasons I am glad I moved back to New Orleans.