Blast From The Past

I was having lunch the other day and saw one of my father’s former coworkers sitting at the table adjacent to mine. He was, if I remember correctly, on my father’s staff and my dad told me that he was a really hard worker. They worked in a life insurance company. Gerry, I think his name was. He still looked the same, obviously much older, and a quick look at his badge told me he was still working for the same company. I thought he might remember me or at least see my father’s face in mine but the weight of the yoke had visibly worn him down and he was too busy relishing the quiet of his congee bowl to notice his surroundings. Yeah, I’m quite sure his name was Gerry.