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is now called Chesapeake hut was then called Norfolk County. The business didn't last too long. The older Uncle was a hot tempered man. and although a welder by trade he had made his name around there as a top middleweight boxer back in , the 30’s. He was, to put it mildly, as rough as a cob.
His younger brother was really just a kid back from the war. but he had machine gunned his way across the Pacific Islands and had come home with the “thousand yard stare." He was full of shrapnel and already addicted to the morphine that was supposed to treat only the physical pain.
“Steve’s Lunch" they ^ called their' new endeavor. I can only guess why the place didn’t prosper. All that remains . of “Steve's Lunch" is a few pictures of the joint, and a calling card that I carry in my wallet. On one side it reads. “Good mealsSandwiches. Smithfield Ham and real Bar-B-Q.”
On the other side there is a poem:
“I notice when a fellow dies, no matter what he’s been.
Some saintly chap or one perhaps whose life is stained with sin
His friends forget the bit- * ter words they said just yes- ■ terdav
And now think up a mul- > titude of pretty things to say.
But if it’s all the same to you please give to me instead 1
The praises while I’m liv- •< ing. the knocking when I'm dead.”
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