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My neighbor called yesterday morning just after 7 and asked to borrow a stick of butter, he was clear out. About my age, I'd reckon, lost a leg to diabetes, hell of a nice guy, and his Rottweiler thinks I'm wonderful. I took him over an unopened carton, which tickled him unduly: he apologized for the early morning call and I laughed and said fried taters without butter is a crisis! This morning -- well, just after twelve noon, it was -- my wife was fixing a casserole and used the last half stick in the butter dish. I saw she was also out of her favorite breakfast cereal, so grab the hat and out the door. I was admiring the checkout lady's Air Force parka, Sergeant's insignia on the sleeves, a familiar shield in front with a squadron number and the word BUFF. A little girl -- she and her Mama were right behind me in line -- crowded up, looked at the checkout with big bright eyes and in that innocent voice of a child said, "YOU drove a BUFF?" I don't think you could have tickled her any more if you'd given her a hundred dollar bill. When a big-eyed little girl looks with wonder and admiration at someone and asks, "YOU drove a BUFF?" -- when a child about Angela's age knows what a Buff is, and what it takes to drive one -- there's still hope! (It was the checkout's late brother who gave her the Buff parka, a year ago today)