Wood Box Wisdom

Born in Alabama to a alcoholic factory worker father and a whitewash southern

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mother, poor, older brother with older sisters. He graduated high school early and wanted to be a Marine and fight in the war but was too young so he rode banana boats up and down the Panama Canal as a Merchant Marine with a rifle where the spiders were as big as your outstretched hand and you'd wake up with them on your face for two years until he turned eighteen. He became a Marine and served in the Pacific. He boxed in the Marines on ships and was the only one who could type. He made Sargent. He earned a football scholarship to the University of Maryland. In his sophomore year he married my Mom. His senior year he had an interception against Michigan in Ann Arbor in the last game of the year to win the game and send them to the Sugar Bowl. In 1953 he was a member of the National Champion Maryland Terrapins. He was an ATO. He was in the Air Force as a crrnal and worked at the Pentagon. He graduated from George Washington Law School. He was Executive Director of the American Metal Stamping Association. He was Chairman of the Board for the American Society of Association Executives. He married the only woman he ever loved. With her he had two daughters and two sons and lived happily ever after. At his funeral his fraternity little brother said, "Jeff's agenda was life!"

My Dad filled a huge barrel of life. There is some serious wisdom in that little wood box clipping.