I Remember Stanley

I Remember Stanley

I remember getting woke up on those cold dark mornings and getting dressed in layers of clothes and still trying to get warm enough to go sit in below freezing weather with my Dad to shoot that big buck or even that doe that walked our way. I remember my father handing me that green dented up thermos and saying go get in the truck and the next thing I would hear ( because I slept all the way to deer camp) was him say don't forget the thermos. I remember watching him drink coffee in the stand and he would say to me only a real man could drink black coffee. So at age 10 I proved to be a real man by those standards. I drank the whole thermos of hot black coffee before we even got to camp. I was awarded a Stanley thermos and I have been drinking coffee ever since. I just bought a new thermos but I think of my Daddy ever time I crack that lid and see the steam rise up from the coffee hours after I made it.