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Thursday, November 25, 2004

The General and the Paint

 
People ask me where I get my gift of storytelling. While I feel I get a ton of creativity from my mom, the gift of story comes from my dad, who is the master.

So here we are: Gab and I, her parents, my parents. Thanksgiving day. The bird is in the oven. The appetizers are on the table. The cocktails have been served.

And my dad and Gab's dad are swapping war stories. Okay they're actually just basic training stories. In a weird twist of fate and coincidence, Mr. Middaugh spent his service during the Korean war in Germany and Mr. Pascoe spent his service during the Vietnam war in Germany.

My dad's story:

One time he was asked to paint the outside of KP. He had his bucket of white paint and was swiping the steps bright white. Unfortunately, he spilled the bucket. The paint ran down the stairs, onto the walkway, all into the grass.

As he continued on, a general and a lieutenant walked by. The higher ranks yelled out. My dad snapped up to attention.

The general walked around him, looked at the grass, looked at the cement path. "Boy," he said, "there's more paint on the ground than there is on the stairs."

My dad said: "I'm a soldier, sir! If you wanted a painter, you should have hired a painter, sir!"

Silence.

The general said, "Carry on, son."

Guess what I'm thankful for.

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