Jay’s Story
On a Thursday afternoon in mid-April, an older man walked into the shop. He moved slowly, but he had a spark in his eyes. It was clear from the moment he spoke that, despite being old enough to be my grandfather, his spirit was as young as me. My coworker Ty and I have a silent agreement to alternate helping customers when it starts getting late and we have no work. Although the man addressed me, Ty got up to assist him. Still, I eavesdropped on the conversation. The man…