My wife and I stopped by the Old Country Buffet in Lakewood on Friday, Aug. 19. As we entered, a man and his wife were leaving. I noticed the hat he was wearing; he was a Tuskegee Airman.
He was walking with some difficulty and with a cane and seemed to be in some pain. I wanted to shake his hand and tell him what a honor it was to meet him. I didn’t bother him, but I’ve spent the last few days wishing I had. I wanted to tell him what a inspiration he is, to overcome all the obstacles in his life. I wanted to tell him he is the best of the best.
If he or his lovely wife reads this, maybe he could give me a call and we could sit down and he could tell me tales of World War II.