Role Model

Fairview to Tokyo

Once there was a little boy whose crib was in what is now my office...and there as an orugorumerry hanging from the ceiling. From the time he was old enough to stand up in the morning
and hang on to the crib railing, he would call "Baba" and Baba would come and pick him up and take him to his room down the hall.

The years went by...not too many, tho...and one day we went into Baba's room and there above a little shelf on which he had his prized posessions like his boxing gloves, was a sign that said. "Please do not touch." The problem was that the only one who touched was that little boy from the crib and he couldn't read! But he evidently enjoyed monkeying around with those precious items and so the sign.

Some more years went by and once it was suggested that Baba, like everyone else, probably had some faults. To this the loyal pre-teener firmly challenged, "NAME ME ONE!"

Baba went off to college. There he met his beloved and a wedding date was set. By this time the boy from the crib was an early teen-ager. One day he swept the garage for me, but he didn't do such a hot job so I called him on that and he sassed me back, something he didn't usually do. That night after I was in bed, here he came and burst out the words, "I'm sorry for today. Bobb's getting married and everything's wrong." I said, "Oh come here....." So he did and we talked. I told him that Bobb wasn't going to die, he was just going to give us our first girl...a sister in law, for which I was thankful and thrilled. So now he would also had a sister to look up to.

More years have gone by and the bond is still strong. Nothing beats having good role models!