Van Winchester

Van Winchester was not really a large man, but there were times when it appeared that he was bigger than life. He shone with generosity, but had the eyes of a beaver. Those eyes often scared people off. The intensity of them was a real turn off. As he grew older he began to suffer from high blood pressure and once a vein snapped in one of his eyeballs. He had a bloodshot look for weeks, but since no one liked to look at him anyway, it didn’t change his lifestyle much. He was a forgiving man, and very generous, often scared to be alone. So scared, in fact, that he had stayed with his wife of almost forty years even though she was abusive and mean- and drunk most of the time. She had even physically kicked him out of bed once. As he grew older, he was balding, getting fat, and had acquired a limp after a fall one day in his front yard. His wife had been in the house, two sheets to the wind on Jack Daniels and didn’t even notice he was gone. It was a sad life for him, but he still believed in God.