Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Good Bye Pappy

I've heard him called Chuck and Dad.   I'm sure someone called him Charles and there may even been a few Charleys.     I often heard him called Pappy and that suited him best.

I knew very little about him.   He didn't seem like the kind of person to talk much about himself.    Most everything I know about him I learned from his obituary and from two of his sons.    We all played poker.

At a poker table, Pappy had a keen sense of humor and when he teasingly gave a person grief, it sometimes took that person a minute or two to catch on.    And when that person decided to give Pappy some grief, he took it with a smile and a chuckle.

At a poker table a person might make think old Pappy wasn't paying close attention or maybe was a step behind.    Whenever a person thought that, it usually cost them money.  

We played a weird game called 3-13-33.   Somehow, a very disproportional amount of times, he sat on the red 3 and and took his share of the pot.    It always made me laugh.   I'm sure he is now sitting on the red 3 that finds eternal peace.

John and Chuck are lucky men to have such a father.

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