Faith in the Journey
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Michael Cohen. Faith in the Journey
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Faith in the Journey
Michael Cohen
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I guess that had to do with my mom passing. She was the spirited one, always decorating the house with holiday things. She always baked food that made the house smell so good. Sometimes walking, I be hungry from just the smell of pies baking. This year felt like the last couple, nothing was going to really happen. I credit my dad for trying his best, but he was not Mom. Even the presents were simple because of his work. Yet this year was already different. With my dad’s promotion, it meant possible homemade dinner; though I guess what it should be. Usually Linda would come over to drop off some Christmas food. It was always yummy. This season was going to be better and a start of something new. I didn’t know it at that time, but this was the season things changed for the better.
I was surprised that he knew some of the New York Yankees, like Whitey Ford, Roger Maris, and Yogie Berra. He also met some football players and one basketball player. He had several cards that were autographed for him. He never sold the Roger Maris card from 1961. Since I was meeting Eric, I looked around for him and to get my mom her gift. But I couldn’t help myself and took a detour into the Jack’s shop. I had a good collection of cards, with most of them in the recent years. I remember looking for the rookies and all-stars. There was something about looking at Jack’s cards; it was a step in history. My favorite card was a 1983 Howard Johnson rookie card. Jack had it, only one that he had too. I could get it, but it was something I hoped my future wife would get for Christmas for me, kind of a special thing that shows how much love we had. As I was staring at it, I got the tap on the shoulder. I turned around to see it was Eric. “You ready, buddy?” he asked. I nodded yes and said good-bye to Jack. Since coming from the Parkway, Jack’s was the first store. We went right into the next door over. It was a girl’s place, filled with plates, cups, and stuff for a tea party. It had jewelry from rings to necklaces and watches.
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