My dad never met a stranger. I only know of one person he said he didn’t like. That person was a relative and we will call him Stan. Pop never thought Stan was a good person. Pop thought Stan mistreated his wife, was cheap and downright mean.
Pop and Mother were on vacation in Florida when they received the word that Stan had passed away. They didn’t return for his funeral, which was somewhat of a surprise to us. When they returned from their vacation I ask Pop, “Why didn’t you come home for Stan’s funeral?” He said, “ Stan did one favor for me over my lifetime, do you know what that was?” I said, “No, what was it?” Pop said, “He died while I was on vacation so I didn’t have to go to his funeral.”
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