Not a man to be budged
My mother’s brother, Sam, defined the lexicon, “piece of work.” He was Gibraltar, the Great Pyramid, Jonah, and Antarctica. He wasn’t going to be moved or pushed out of the way for anything or anyone. He had a heart of gold and a will of steel. He had no match on earth, except for Aunt Vera. He might have been Samson but she was Delilah. There were many times when Sammy stepped in it or was challenged. For instance, when he was a boy, his father, my grandfather (Pop), would warn him to not tease the dog, a German Shepard. Sammy wasn’t afraid of anything with four legs. He would tease the dog and stick out his tongue at it; once too many, the dog bit him, scarred his nose and almost took his tongue. Who did they move, the dog of course. Sam had a lot of friends. His loyalty to them knew no bounds and they were forever. Sometimes he would embarrass them. Sam, Vera and a bunch of plumbing buddies along with my Mom and Dad were headed on a tropical vacation courtesy of a local plumbing