I am a story guy. It’s great to be a Grandpa and be a story guy. My youngest, Kim, gave me three grandchildren and the oldest is Halle who is four. I probably haven’t mentioned, the home they were to move into blew up. The house was totally destroyed. It’s a sad story and I don’t write sad stories.
It was a freak accident. Two days before they were to move into their new home the terrazzo cement floors were in the process of being reconditioned and polished. The chemicals used on the floors were mixed improperly and a spark from a rheostat ignited the floors. It was just when the worker went out the door and boom. It was all over the news and it’s a blessing no one was killed.
Halle spent the night with me last Saturday after her first week in school. We make a game at nighttime, making shadows with our hands with flashlights, and sneak up late to go to sleep. One of the last things she asked before going down for the final count is “Papa, tell me a story”.
Once there was this boy named “Oscar”. It was Oscars’ first week in School and, unfortunately, he had a humongous nose. All his short life he lived with this huge nose, but it was especially tough his first year in school. Normally he was by himself and sat at the playground, on the bench, watching the others play. The children did not pay any attention to him because he looked funny. One day, a few weeks after school had started, they were having an end of the week Class Barbeque. Oscar was at his usual place on the bench by himself. He smelled something funny. got up and followed the smell and found a fire had started in trash by the gas grill they were using. He went to the cooler, took the sodas out of it, lifted it up and poured the ice water on the fire. Oscar became a hero and everyone was saved because of his huge nose and ability to smell trouble.
So I said to Halle, “What did you think of that story?”
“That was a good story Papa. You know what I wish?”
“What do you wish honey” I said.
“I wish I would have been a friend to Oscar.”
“That’s nice. And you would have been a good friend too.” I replied.
“Yea, I would. And maybe our house wouldn’t have blown up.”
Spyder McCluskey – Great mystery writer, former hockey player, living in the Keys