Early morning phone calls….

Someone passed away today; it wasn’t quite a shocker to me, because they did live a full-long life. Kids that loved them so dearly, grandkids alike that couldn’t be away from them for very long, they had that magnetic personality.
They loved the Atlanta Braves games and made sure to go to every home game and possibly a few of the “close to home” away games. Owning a sky box was just a small luxury to them to enjoy friends and family in one spot.
The Piedmont hotel was favorite places to sneak off and watch the ducks do their daily tromp up and down the hotel. They would laugh until coughing at the site, watching the little kids cheer as the ducks walked on the red carpet to and from their little duck pond.
Beal Street and the horse and carriage rides to listen to the music of the dueling piano players would set them on fire for the entire night, dancing and prancing about enjoying the good music and drink.
New Orleans had to be a second favorite place to be for them, it was nearly a monthly adventure to seek out the best tavern to listen to the Cajun tunes and eat the cuisine there. Beignets and coffee in the morning, shrimp and lobster platters in the evening smattered with bourbon and jazz music during the day.
If it were a place to travel and something to see, they wanted to experience it, where ever it might lead. Nothing held them back on life.
They were all about giving benefits and help to the young, hiring a mound full in the summer. I think keeping the young around you makes you feel just as young.
No one really knew their age, since they were born before you had to make a birth certificate, which they would giggle about because the one issued for them was off by a few years making them younger.
A determination and knowledge that education was the key to life; they supported themselves, a wife and kids and attended college to graduate with a masters degree then on to teaching and then making to principle and school superintendent.
After that, a small stint in real estate and then on to political office of a Tax Assessor for a booming county in a rural state, everyone in the state knew them for their notorious views on requiring property owners to speak English – at first, at that time, their views were poo pooed now the tables have changed.
Some how they could foresee the future and where the path of growth would be, they helped me in purchasing my first two properties and directed me in my development of them, for that I am forever grateful.
The odd thing about this person is they know my Pops well, in fact very well. They helped me in understanding the way he thinks and gave me another point of view about him. They also new my PG as well and loved to watch my PG play triple A ball in his younger days.
Ninety seven years and festivities have put a toll on them and its time to rest and let someone else do damage in the world. This old world is going to miss them but so many will learn. Good bye Mr. C….