Brothers Keeper
His given name was Douglas Watson.He was known
to all who knew him at all as Poobie. He was our neighbor in Barton Alabama. His claim to fame was at the age of nine he drove a loaded logging truck down iron mountain.He was about eighteen
When I first met him.He was a young man of small
stature with an unfortunate skin condition but
with incredibly expressive blue eyes. Poobie
worked on a roofing crew with me and made the overexposure to the heat and cold more tolerable
by the stories and observations he could be counted on to always have at the ready.
One day I heard a knock at my door and went
To the door to find Poob standing there the brim
of the old hat he wore pulled low.
" I have come to talk to you about your boy", he said
referring to my son who was ten."Now I know you think he's mama's little angel but when mama
ain't looking he ain't such a little angel." Seems my son and his buddy across the street were grabbing onto car bumpers while on skates.I guess Old Poobie knew first hand how quickly a boy could
get in over his head in the spirit of fun and adventure.
I appreciated him taking the time to look
out for me and mine and for cluing me in. Poobie seemed like someone
who was living life on borrowed time and I often wonder if he is still with us.If so I hope he is
doing well.
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2022
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