Going to the State Capitol and meeting my dad
The AG and I happen to be from the same area. I mentioned that, and he asked where I grew up. I told him Coleman (which is a tiny town). He asked me what street I lived on. I said, "Oh, I grew up about 5 miles outside of town, on MaGruder Road."
"Oh, I know MaGruder Road. Did you have a farm?"
No, I told him. We had a lot of land, but not a farm.
He paused for a minute, then asked for my maiden name. I told him Graveline.
"Oh, I knew a Graveline. John...."
"John was my dad."
The AG went on to say he had worked with my dad on a committee or two (Dad was a big volunteer) and that he knew my dad from his work in managing a small plastics plant the next town over.
"John was a good man."
Yes. He was.
My dad passed away 7-1/2 years ago. I miss him everyday. But what a great testament to him, that all these years later, the State Attorney General was able to say to me, "He was a good man."
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