I'm so old I Remember when:

I remember when I was growing up a young adult man was considered not to bright and he drove and old Model A or Model T, not sure which but makes no real difference for the moral to the true story here. He didn't have a job except for maybe selling some of the fish he could catch. He caught fish by the stringers full when no one else caught any. We kids picked his brain for info and he always shared with us how he did it on any given day. He was brilliant in his own kind of way. There was a time long ago when he could have been hired for some kind of job in a small country town instead of looked down on. The rest of this story is also true. He died within a day of my dad. My dad's grave site was covered with tons of flowers from friends and from the company he worked for. My fishing advisor had not on wreath. Not even one from his on family. I was so saddened all the more when my mom told me about him. I saw his grave and it was so. Not a single set of flowers. How can people be so not caring about a good man?

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