They Called Him Al
He wrote doggerel, they said at his funeral on Sunday: a poem every day and for every occasion. He was born Abraham but everyone called him Al. Immigrated to America in 1923, the youngest boy of seven children. He and my father were friends and members of the greatest generation. He served our country in World War II and the Korean War as a Navy Lieutenant. Although he lived to the age of 96 his last years were clouded by dementia. The sketch is from a photo displayed at his funeral and I will always remember him: young, strong, swimming laps in a pool. Rest in peace, Al.