Is there time to sit?
Pete, it was an honor to have met you and a privilege to be able to call you my Friend.I can't remember the day or for that matter the year when we met.However, I know the circumstance as if it's yesterday.You were in a bit of a spot with a dead battery and I had Jumper Cables.
Even though a start was needed,this car set a high bar of excellence over the years as it served you well till the end. With that said,the car pales in comparison with the measure of a man you were in the Winter of your life.I know if I make it that far in age and do half as well- I'll be alright.
From the first encounter, a nod when you entered the store grew into a "good Morning"which evoled to daily discussions. More over than not,many overnight crew members,pharmacy staff and the people known as the cast of characters that comprise Porter Square would join in on the talks along the row of pharmacy chairs.This was retail at its best.It took on a flavor of a hundred years earlier in the Mid West when Townsfolk would pull up a chair around the pot bellied stove in the center of the store and talk about the issues of the day.
Yes, Pete. I have time to sit. For this final time: let's add some chairs to the back of the store,get a box of Joe, and gather everyone.
Hey,Pete. What did you think about last night's game?
