Monday, November 19, 2012

They Know My Name

Every now and then Uncle Moss would take me and my cousin, Jimmy, with him to the Coffee Cup, his diner hangout. I was always impressed. All of the staff would always greet him by name, "How are you today, Mr. Moss? Always good to see you."

It surely wasn't the big tips that brought the recognition and respect. Uncle Moss was known for his frugal ways.

Now I've just walked home from the Grecian Island Restaurant right down the street. Three generations of them now call me by name. I don't like to brag.


  1. I walked into my credit union today, and the young woman behind the desk said "Hello, Mr. Finley." I looked around behind me to see if there was an uncle of mine behind me.