REDSKINS, CREAMERS and DADJanuary 25th, 2011 at 4:44 pm by Don Roberts under Health, Personalities, Sports
While out and about, in between the morning and noon shows, I didn’t want to bulk up with a heavy coat- so I donned my trusty WASHINGTON REDSKINS t-shirt. I thought it looked pretty sporty over my anchorman-uniform-white-shirt and necktie. The ‘Skins’ T was a gift from some students whom I recently visited at school. So, I think of them when I wear it, but really, I just like showing off my REDSKINS’ pride (cough cough). Actually, it never fails to spark a conversation. And the person approaching me usually starts off with something like: HOW ‘BOUT DEM COWBOYS?! Yeah, have a nice day. :-[ Well, on this day, Carline Green greeted me with a big smile in the Old Towne 7-eleven.
When I noticed her employee smock I thought she was about to “call me out” for trying to hog some of those tasty coffee creamers. I always seem to raise an eyebrow at the counter when I buy an 8 ounce cup ‘o Joe and then, as an afterthought, place at least five creamers on the counter, too.
Ms. Green didn’t really bust my chops on the creamers, but she did compliment me on the shirt. She said the REDSKINS were her dad’s favorite team. “Were?” I asked. “Yes” she sighed, adding that her dad died two days ago. BOOM! “I’m really sorry to hear that” was about all I could think to say after that shot between the eyes. But then, I looked at hers and they still seemed to round out a sincere smile. “He was sick, but he’s in a better place, now,” she said. I quickly made a personal leap and thought of my 78 year old dad in Baltimore who’s also dealing with some challenges. CURTIS WILSON was just 53. I’m 54. And just when I thought we’d both would start crying, she told me of how daddy CURTIS loved “his” Redskins. Back came the smiles. Following the team brought CURTIS WILSON some joy- or at least a distraction from his day-to-day. Daddy CURTIS had cancer, first in the hip, then in the lungs. Carline says daddy CURTIS fought hard against the “big C” before he left us, Sunday. Carline is a twin, the third born of CURTIS’ four children. She says he loved to cook- did it professionally at a popular local restaurant. He then moved onto a job of transporting mentally challenged patients to their medical appointments. Carline also told me family and friends should not be surprised at the viewing and wake tonight at Corprew funeral home, when they see him decked out in Redskin’s gear. CURTIS loved his burgundy and gold sweats, which, I presume, kept him warmed up in case Coach Shanahan called him. While we talked, still in an aisle at the Olde Towne 7 eleven, I noticed Carline was holding a newspaper. I asked if I could read the obituary. She said there was none- just the death notice – because the cost of the newspaper obituary was more than the family could handle. And after the service tonight and funeral at noon, Wednesday (1/26/11, 12n), CURTIS WILSON is to be cremated – yes- in his REDSKINS’ sweats. Carline says daddy CURTIS loved his children… and his REDSKINS… and fried food, in that order.
So long, daddy CURTIS WILSON. And from this day forward, when I don my burgundy and gold (and grey) T, I suspect you’ll be cheering right along with me.