I go into George’s
and see Ron Jones’ smile despite
all the ‘new’ changes!
*(The Late Ron Jones married my neighborhood’s sweetheart, Jean Henson, and the grin that good ol’e boy shone on the world never left his face. I had not seen him in ages and one day some few years ago I was walking downtown and this strange pickup-kinda truck pulls up, the tinted window goes down and I was blinded by that smile once again. “Got time for a beer, buddy,” he grinned. “Yup.” And off we went to where I used to go hide – George’s #1 Bar on US 17-92, right catty-corner across from the Sanford Farmer’s Market, a onetime haunt of Ron’s and his Father-in-Law Berl. The people in that down-at-the-mouth dump/dive went wild! I don’t to this day know anyone who did not love that man: ask his two daughters or his still-grin-shining wife Jean. His memory hurts my cheeks for hours afterwards.)