The weekend before Veteran's Day on Sunday, November 7th, my wife Rose
and I were at our local Ihop restaurant for an after-mass breakfast. I
was wearing my Slattery shirt and red Marine Corps jacket as it was
proper because of the date and weather.
There were several families were there with their children. A mother
and father with two little girls maybe 5 and 3 and a father by himself
with his son about 7. The little girls were busy playing hide and hide
some more with me while the little guy was forking his breakfast.
I made contact with him as his son moved his pancakes all around his
plate, the table and some on the floor. I smiled, half laughted and
nodded. He smiled and slightly shook his head back and forth.
As they started to get ready and the little guy put both arms in his
upside-down jacket and flipped it over his head, landing it on his
back like it was made to fit. I said to the father, "That boy is going
to go places in the world." We all chuckled knowing although it was an
unusual move, it turned out perfectly.
The father paid his check that the waitress brought to the table and
off they went. We were ready to leave and asked for our check. Shortly
thereafter our waitress brought our check. The pictures explain my
surprise and renewed faith in our older population. There are still a
lot of people out there that care for our vets.