Waiting for Tomorrow
I learned another harsh lesson this week about waiting for tomorrow, about life going by so very fast. When I was young, probably around six years old, we had a neighbor, David Juliano, who was restoring an old 40’s ford in his carport and I was a curious pain in the ass kid. So I would go across the street and haunt him as often as possible. This man had the patience of Jesus himself. He would explain and show me why he was doing certain things in a certain order; he was the first person to introduce me to Go-Jo hand soap which I thought was some nasty stuff. He and his wife occasionally had me over for supper; they introduced me to burgers with French dressing. Bottom line, he cared. he took the time to help me with my curiosity, and don’t get me wrong, I would get under his skin at times, but he would always handle me with a cool temperament. Eventually, he moved away, and life went on. I went my way and Dave went his way, both of us carving out our lives and careers, and I got married and had my child. Unexpectedly, some years ago, I ran into Dave again; we went to the same restaurant to have breakfast. Dave was much
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