DAD’S LEGACY

            When my father died he couldn’t have just left me something small and manageable as a memento.
            No. Dear old Dad didn’t leave me a necklace, a bracelet, a pin or a ring.
            He left me about 250 lbs. worth of iron weights and a 200 lb. Everlast heavy bag stolen from the New York City Police Athletic League.
            I have moved often since the death of my father and have had to explain this to every person who has helped me move.
            Just when they think we’re all done I launch my Dad’s legacy on them.
            For a while now it has been the territory of my teenaged son, to move his dead grandfather’s dead weights.
            My father was a heavy cat. Strong and solid. But his iron outlasted him by a good 25 years so far. Maybe he still feels me when I workout with his stuff. Maybe he is proud when his muscular grandson wraps his strong hands around the bar his grandfather held so long ago.
            The iron never dies Pop.