"Feel like driving a car today?" I asked my son on the telephone.
Several minutes earlier, one of the local car dealers had
telephoned and asked if I might pick up a new car in Vidalia and
bring it back to Brunswick.
"Always use a little extra Christmas money," replied Roger
Junior. "Let me change clothes and I'll be over in a few minutes,"
It was about 6:30 in the morning when we made our way onto the
95 interstate freeway, heading northbound.
As we traveled along it was suggested that I buy breakfast for
the two of us. Being a little hungry, I agreed and pulled off at the
Very carefully, I pulled into a parking space located right next
to a handicap spot. I smiled back as one of the two women said "Good
morning" to us, as they were unloading a wheelchair from the side of
a large white van.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a gentleman dressed in a military
uniform. I looked down and noticed that both his pant legs were
folded beneath his knees. I also noticed officer's bars on his
"Good morning, Captain," I said as I saluted him.
"And a good morning to you, sir," he replied back.
The five of us traveled up the narrow walkway to the door of the
small restaurant. Not thinking, I stepped up a three inch cement
curb and opened the door for the Captain and the two women.
"There's a wheelchair ramp located on the other side of the
building," said a large man, with a name tag, who came walking very
quickly out the front door.
"In the last two years I've scaled walls higher than this
building, ran up and down rubble piles higher than three of my vans
piled atop one another. I think I can make it over his curb," said
"I'm sure you can, sir," said the man, as he also saluted the Captain.
Roger Jr. and I grabbed hold of the wheelchair handles and as
the soldier pushed forward on the wheels of his chair, Roger and I
pushed forward. Up and over the cement hump he went, with no
As one of the women pushed him through the doorway of the
restaurant, the large man wearing a name tag snatched a small sign
down, which had been taped to the glass door.
"I saw that," said the Captain, as he laughed.
"This sign was never meant to include heroes," said the manager,
as he hid the sign behind himself. "In fact this sign will never
appear in this doorway, ever again," he continued, as he wadded up
the piece of paper.
"I am a writer. May I have that, please?" I asked the man.
Slowly, he handed me the wadded up piece of paper, which I stuck
into my pants pocket.
The sign read: "No Shoes - No Shirt - No Service"
~ Roger Dean Kiser ~
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