Stories
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
Neither the Professor or I had fathers at home growing up, and the Professor told me once that we were lucky considering what could have been done to us by a domineering father like Namely had. I talked to him now and then and he was intellectually interesting and he liked me. However, that he wouldn't join the group I always held against him. Because of his inadequacies apparently he had to have a secret life.
The philosopher was an older guy short, dark, dressy, formal and another loner in his late forties probably. He liked me as well but again he was aloof from our group. He may have been published and he invited me to his house, but I can't recall if I went nor the gist of his philosophy. Were these guys elitists ? Or did they just not like the people I hung out with ?
One of which was a German immigrant and was a wall-paper hanger on a crew. He had grown up in Germany after the Second World War. His father was in a Russian prisoner of war camp. His family lived on American welfare. So he said he would go to the river and catch eel and eat it but none of the other family would touch it. Eeek eel ! And he would say, better than American rations. And this was in Germany. He also mentioned a German saying I have always remembered. God-damn Charlemagne and the Jews he brought with him. At that time the Christians weren't allowed to use money and so they hired Jews to handle it for them.
He was medium stature and
weight-proportionment, blond almost yellowish hair, and a bit freckle faced. Came a point he got promoted and they made him a foreman paper hanging.
(9 of 26)
Next Page
