Remembering John Armor He was big hands and soft voice. He was Camel cigarettes and Zippo lighters He was Prince Albert pipe tobacco and fixing anything. He was nuts and bolts, screws and washers. He was grease guns and 3 in 1 oil. He was sawdust and the cellar. He was printers ink and Miown soap. He was Horn & Hardart and Philadelphia. He was coffee and cherry pie. He was ice cream almost every night. He was Mom's friend till the end. He was the trolley and the "el" He was red wool sweater and plaid shirts. And he was always home.
