I've seen him around for years, but
it wasn't until this week, as I watched him voluntarily
picking
up litter from a parking lot, that I decided it was time
I found out who he was and a little more about him.
His
name is John VanBarneveld, but ever since the bank mixed
up his
account with his son John's, he has taken to referring
to himself as "Old John." But you can tell by
the grin he doesn't really think of himself as that old,
even if he is over 80.
Of course he's not as spry as he always
was - the doctor told him last summer that he wouldn't
see another year pass due to cancer and a heart condition.
But there's a lot of life left behind those milky blue
eyes. |