Mr. John Estes

While eating at Estes's on Sunday, I remembered Mr. John.

During the war and right after, whenever Mr. John Estes saw Butch and me at the store, he would place a comb on his lip and chase us pretending to be Hilter.

I saw Mr. John at church just before his final illness, and he laughed and told everyone near by the story of how he used to scare us.