THE LOVE STORY
My father’s uncle, he was a millionaire, I kid you not.
All through high school, he dated this one girl, they were inseparable, and when they graduated, she went off to the University of Washington in Seattle. So he stays in the home town of Portland Oregon, and they begin their long-distance relationship. The plan is, on the third Sunday of every month, he’ll train out, spend a week then train back, and they do this for four years.
Two months before she’s going to graduate, he’s got this job digging graves, and he comes across a steamer trunk containing silver ingots, many, many silver ingots. Now, my father’s uncle being quite the ingenious chap – he buries the trunk again and heads up to the main office, where he proceeds to purchase a cemetery plot. Guess which one?
So now he owns the plot and all of its contents. Two days later, my father’s uncle is worth thirteen million.
At which time you think he marries the high school sweetheart and lives happily ever after. Not even close. Inside the steamer trunk, stenciled into the wood, or something like that, is a curse.
A cryptic curse “Great fortune means great loss” it said.
What kind of asshole writes that inside a steamer trunk! I guess the same kind of asshole that buries silver ingots. The day my father’s uncle is heading out to see the girl, he stops at his accountant’s to grab some cash, and winds up missing his train. So he has to take the next one – which he does – and he gets there an hour later than his usual time of arrival, whereupon he sees lights.
It seems that while she was standing on the platform waiting that extra hour for my father’s uncle to show up, the girl was dragged into the bushes by an unknown assailant, raped and gutted. The assailant was never apprehended.
That’s a love story your thinking!!
Yes and here’s why: my father’s uncle rode that train every day for the rest of his life. One day up, the next day back. Did that ‘till the day he died. He donated the fortune he’d acquired to the train station in Seattle, to have well-lit terminal built. The train line let him ride for free after that.
That’s my love story.