He was not a fit man. His belly was very round and it never occurred to me that it should be any other way. I thought all old southern men had big bellies.
He wasn’t always clean-shaven and his hair wasn’t always perfectly combed back either. In fact, sometimes a strand would fall down over his brow and remind me of one of the guys from Grease. This usually happened when he bent his head over to snicker and was followed up by a wonderful belly laugh.
On most days, his attire consisted of Liberty overalls paired with a blue button-up work shirt and work boots. As he walked out the back door, he was sure to be donning a hat that most likely advertised for the local co-op or tractor supply business.
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