Brother Will
At the Atlanta Post Office Time Keeper Office I worked with
a guy I call “Brother Will”. He was amazing. Some days he had me spitting mad and other
days crackling up laughing.
I read It is food brain pushups or exercise to recall
details of your past. So, here goes.
Brother Will was very good dresser, casual, laid back, and
never got upset. He and his wife, which
I know also, are the parents of nine daughters.
I don’t know about the first eight daughters but I know he was not at
the hospital when the 9th daughter was born. He was playing poker.
That’s Will, never getting upset.
Before Will became a Postal Employee he was in the Army for
20 years. I think his last assignment was at West Point Military Academy , upstate
New York. There, he had a part-time job with the Officers’ Club as a aiter.
He was very pride of the way he delivered a freshly cooked
steak to the diner’s table sizzling. “It
is the way you smear the butter; the sizzling makes it a dramatic event.”
One time he, a guy name WAP, and I operated a timekeepers’
booth at a remote parcel post annex in the North part Atlanta. He was
on the midnight tour and I relieved him in the morning. I remember one time I walked in our little
booth and it smelled like farts. Lots of
farts. I said, “Whew!”
He laughed and said I caught him cooking eggs. How could one not laugh at that?
Brother Will had an excellent speaking voice. He had a part time gig on WAOK Radio Station
of Atlanta. He had regular hours but at
times he had to stay on the air longer.
One time he was out two days, called in sick. But he was on the air during that time. A person in upper management thought he had
him. They had him giving news, weather,
and time during the time he should have been at work.
They thought they “Had Him.”
However, did I mention Bother Will was a smooth talker? And a slippery one at that.
One time all the time keepers, about 36 of us had to do
something new, I forgot what. We all
fussed and griped. All but Brother
Will.
He said, “Its just something to do, man.”
That “It’s just something to do.” Changed my outlook on things.
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