Stopped into the original Dwarf House Chic Fil A location and Tony Martin saw me in my wheelchair that I’ve been in since the end of overtime in the Superbowl. He came over and smiled a smile that filled my legs with the warmth of other suns and put his hand on my shoulder. “You look like a man who should order nuggets standing up if he wants to,” he said, and his voice was like a fog of melted butterscotch pouring slowly over lava and grandma’s biscuits, and every good birthday gift I ever received. Suddenly, it was like a 1982 Dodge Omni had been lifted off of my shoulders. Just like that, I could walk again. I asked him about Sark, and a cloud of great sadness flitted across his face for an instant that still encapsulated every famine, sickness, and privation that the World has known since its beginning. “Some things, even I can’t fix,” he intoned quietly, and then he was gone.
Your story truly reminds me of my old pal Ole Pappy Falcon. He had some health issues too then disappeared from here after saying his goodbyes. I see his ps4 account log in sometimes but I think it’s his son.
He used to hit me up all the time. Cared a lot about me, my wife and kids. To this day I wish I could have met him in person. I miss that one for sure