Post-war there was a great demand for salespeople. The consumer economy was gaining momentum. Five of my seven uncles made a living selling: life insurance, meat products, advertising specialties, retail clothing, and auto parts. They all made good livings. The other two uncles worked for the government.
The kid hid under the casket cart. It must have been the best location to receive a strong radio signal.
What a wise priest and a satisfying ending, Scott.
"A victim of his times. A workday of sales lunches, highballs, Chesterfields and rib roast. His only aerobic exercise was flicking his lighter, or swatting Gigi on the behind whenever she passed." Uncle Donald's life in three true sentences. And that beautiful last paragraph hit my heart like an arrow. Just excellent, Scott!
Really enjoyed it. Nice work. Scott, your timing and ability to place your audience in a scene is equal to the great Mel
Thank you sir, no Harwell but he’s ours.
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My first true love always brings out the mush lol
I love that! Thank you, Scott!
Thank you Martine it means a lot.
Nice send-off!
Yes, wouldn’t mind it myself
I bet that's exactly how Uncle Donald would have had it. Hehe. Great story, Scott.
Thx Parker. There are worse ways to go out for sure.
Lovely work.
Very kind thank you
Scott, another one hit out of the park. I loved the part with the kids sitting under the coffin and the ending very special.
Thanks, Kathleen, so kind
You’re welcome, Scott
Top notch
Thank you sir
I loved your story Scott, I think it is my favorite so far
Thank you Gary!
Great writing as usual, Scott - you hit a home run. If a guy has to go, it should be with the Yankees.
Thank you Rhumond I feel the same way!
Post-war there was a great demand for salespeople. The consumer economy was gaining momentum. Five of my seven uncles made a living selling: life insurance, meat products, advertising specialties, retail clothing, and auto parts. They all made good livings. The other two uncles worked for the government.
The kid hid under the casket cart. It must have been the best location to receive a strong radio signal.
What a wise priest and a satisfying ending, Scott.
Thank you my friend. You gotta know when to fold ‘em
I'm like the Dad--I don't like baseball--but this is a wonderful, moving story, Scott.
Thank you Carlotta I appreciate it !
"A victim of his times. A workday of sales lunches, highballs, Chesterfields and rib roast. His only aerobic exercise was flicking his lighter, or swatting Gigi on the behind whenever she passed." Uncle Donald's life in three true sentences. And that beautiful last paragraph hit my heart like an arrow. Just excellent, Scott!
Thank you Sharron!
A fan is a fan, even in death...
Truth