Richard Hamra
Chehadeh,
You certainly could brighten a room, and our family always looked forward to your visits with great anticipation. I want to thank you particularly for serving as Dad’s (Albert’s) personal tour guide during his trip to Lebanon in the early ‘60s. I don’t think I’m exaggerating to call it one of his fondest memories.
You were such a cool customer. I remember driving you to the Federal Courthouse in St. Louis so you could renew your Green Card. This was around 1970, and I was just out of high school. Everything was going smoothly until I ran out of entrance ramp trying to get onto Highway 40 in downtown St. Louis. The traffic was so heavy I couldn’t get over and instead had to keep speeding along on the shoulder, which was getting narrower and narrower. Loose gravel was flying all over the place, and your head was getting closer and closer to the concrete wall that ran alongside the road. I finally had to cut in to the highway even though there was no room. Somehow I squeezed into between two cars, barely missing both of them. I glanced over at you, expecting an emotional reaction. But you just calmly puffed on your cigar, smiled broadly, and remarked, “Well, all’s well that ends well!”
May God continue to bless you and your family.
Richard Hamra II
Friday February 9, 2018 at 11:49 am