Found my Grandfather’s draft card in a bunch of my Dad’s stuff.

About a year before my Grandfather passed away, I visited him and he pulled his draft card out of his wallet. He handed it to me and said “I keep trying to get the shuttle bus driver to drop me off at the post office so I can burn this on the steps. He won’t ever stop.”

That is some serious joke long-game, this was in 1992 or so.

I’m going through a lock box of my Dad’s stuff (no gold bullion… dang) and found it, laminated even. Dad must have done that (he loved laminating things) after Papa died. I like to think that he kept it laminated so he could re-tell the joke.