Thursday, Donna, her aunt Georgette, Donna's friend Sylvia and I spent the day in Boston. Georgette is 83, doesn't look a day over 60 and lives in a beautiful elderly housing project located in the old Boston Navy Yard. I've driven by the Navy Yard quite a few times, but never stopped to walk among the buildings. Walking around I couldn't help but wish Dad was walking along side me. He would have been in his own little world, pointing out this building and that. Detailing information and the history of the old forge and its companion buildings scattered about the yard would have brought enjoyment to him. I can hear him now, rattling off details and dates, that would mean so much to him but little to me. If I ever would have asked him if he'd like to join us riding the T and taking a tour of the Isabella Gardiner Museum, he would have been howling with a big grin from ear to ear!
"This is my museum!" He would have reminded me , and that would have been coming from a WWII cavalry vet. Georgette is quite a feisty broad, and she kept us smiling all day. I was so happy to finally meet her. She was great fun! But I had to chuckle one more time late in the day, as we walked the North End leaving Nico's Italian Wine Bar.
Donna asked me, "If he was still alive would they make a good couple?"
"Ya, I answered, "if she was thirty years younger!"
You see, along with his red Cobra Mustang, Dad had an affinity for the young ladies late in life.