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“I didn’t know you sold flowers.”

“I don’t anymore. I’m all out.”

“Where did you get flowers to sell?”

“It’s a long story.”

I settled back to listen, because when Buster said

that, I knew I would hear it anyway, and it would be more

than a little interesting.

It seemed that Buster’s father had been approached

by the local VFW to see if he could help put flags on the

graves of the veterans on the Saturday before Memorial

Day. He said he was busy, but had volunteered Buster to

help in his place.

Buster knew of a million things he would rather be

doing on a Saturday, but he didn’t dare tell his father so.

Thus the day arrived, and he found himself receiving

directions from an old VFW member on where to place the

flags. They were getting near the end when they met the

groundskeeper.

The groundskeeper commented on how nice it was

that a young person would volunteer to come help, then

asked Buster if he would have time to also help clear all of

the flowers from the graves the next Saturday. Buster was

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