Great Guy

There was a man who lived on a great sledding hill in Runnemede when dad was growing up. He was a cab driver in Philadelphia and always had change in his pocket. Sadly, dad can't remember his name, but it was like Mr. Morris or something like that. He was such a nice man and always so nice to the kids. Whether they came to sled at his house or just see them on the street, he was always kind. Now, because he was a cab driver, he always seemed to have loose change on him. And, he would give his coins to the kids. Dad said whenever they would see him, they would quite literally RUN to him, to see if he would give them money. He used to ask the kids, "How's your mother?". "Good," they'd reply. "How's your father?". "Good." "Have you been good?" he'd ask. And, of course the reply was always, "Oh, yes!". ;-) He would smile at them and pull out a coin for them. He'd give them a nickel or a dime - sometimes even a quarter! - and to little kids in the '50s any of those coins were terrific! Heck, a quarter was like winning the lotto to them! Like dad in an earlier blog, a dime would buy a pack of cards. So, that was big time for them. This man was never married, never had kids of his own, but was so generous and kind to the kids in the neighborhood and dad has never forgotten was a great guy he was. :-)