Who?
His name was Duncan. If you have followed this blog for a while, you have heard his name before. He was married to my excellent euchre partner, Myrtle.
When I first met Duncan a number of years ago (while courting Mrs. J), his firm handshake and solid smile served to emphasize his “awfully pleased to meetcha”. Indeed, it’s hard not to feel welcome by such an honest greeting. In the dictionary under the word “genuine” there should be a picture of Duncan, who always had a nice word and a story ready for everyone that he met. Charming and kind, he would always set you at ease.
He was a perfect match for Myrtle. It certainly wasn’t because they were exactly alike – it was more because they complimented each other so perfectly. Where Myrtle was private and ignored the spotlight, Duncan was outgoing and outspoken. They were one of those couples who could say so much to each other without words – even though Grandpa always had plenty in his magazine to fire off into any conversation that required a salvo of his brand of awesome.
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