byLarry EderThis is a piece I wrote this morning for my Linked in site. In case you are not on Linked in, I ask, why not? It is a wonderful way to meet others in your area of expertise. I do not like some of the ads, but find stories there of interest each and every day!
2021 Tokyo Olympics, photo via Peacock TV by Kathy Camara
I grew up in a family of story tellers.
My Grandpa Earl Robertson was a St. Louis Police officer. Every lesson that he taught me was by a story. A man of some complication, Grandpa would tell me, in his own style, that he would have arrested me if he saw me on the street, with my shoulder length hair, and torn jeans and running t shirt. Mom told me later, that same night that my grand father, in the toughest part of Saint Louis, stopped to help a kid my age, long hair, torn jeans, and tshirt, fix a tire and told the young man to “get the hell out of the area”. Grandpa told Mom it was because the young man had reminded him of me.
The entire piece can be found on Linked in: https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/art-story-telling-larry-eder/?published=t
