Paying it forward...at no charge
This is a true family story about a dad, an uncle, and a son, only one of them related to me. It goes back to the 40’s I’d guess, the 1940’s that is, remembering now that this may be read well past the – gasp – 2040’s, and ended in 2014. Or maybe it hasn’t ended yet. Maybe that will be up to someone who wasn’t even born when I wrote this, as I wasn’t when this story began. The story starts…or continues…or possibly ends…in 2014, when Cheryl and I were making a very big push to get our property ready for our niece Becca ’s wedding to a very cool guy name of Mark. I took a week off from work to complete a number of projects around the property that needed to be done so badly, I’d put them off for years. But now, in my judgement, they really did need to get done. And the biggest job of all, and most germane to this story, was to re-do the 80-foot walkway that runs along the front of our house. The walk had consisted only of a very fine gravel from when mom and dad built the house bac