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A strange way of thinking

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Last Edited: March 29, 2005, 7:02 pm

Strange way of thinking:

 

I've encountered it on this DB, but the first time was several years ago from the man in the picture. 

Dean Kindsvater.  Deano.  A man who never saw $50,000 free and clear in his sixty-four years of life.  But he used to scoff at the lottery when the prizes weren't in the high millions.  He'd buy tickets for the big jackpots and wouldn't even check them if nobody won.  "Hell," he'd say, "those small prizes aren't even worth the trouble!"

Here's a guy, never finished high school, left home in his low-teen years, bounced around as a dish washer and short-order cook for years.  Finally, got into the HeeChee jewelry manufacturing business in the early `70s.  Bought an old railroad hotel in Belen, NM, ran a team of illegal aliens out of the top floor until someone discovered Heechee  could be made cheaper in Southeast Asia.

Deano rode through, living in one room of the bottom floor of that hotel the remainder of his life.  Windows all boarded up, top floor a vacant ruin of pigeon droppings and the debris of the life of the man.  He opened a junk shop and sold odds and ends, made up the difference moving a little jade on the side.  Lived downstairs with a propane bottle for heat, extension cords running all over the place from the one outlet, keeping the TV going, the microwave oven for coffee, refrigerator for TV dinners. Cold water sink to wash his utensils.

Three mongrel dogs living there with him.

The only book Dean ever read in his entire life convinced him he could make a living playing Blackjack, which he couldn't.  Visiting him in that hotel the first time, knocking on that door, hearing him coming from the interior coughing, reminded me of a Frankenstein movie, him as Igor.

I was with him once when someone asked him what religion he was.  "Christian.".... "No... I mean what denomination?  Catholic?  Baptist?"

Deano thought about it before he answered.  "Catholic."  But the conversation afterward suggested Deano didn't know the difference between a Catholic and a Baptist.  He'd never stopped to think about it.  To him those churches he never went into were all alike, all the same bunch of folks.  Never entered his mind that it might be something worth thinking about.  Never been in a church in 64 years of life, never paused to wonder anything at all about anything at all, so far as I could tell.  A unique man.

But Deano thought the prizes too small to bother with if the jackpot was just $10 million.  Never even bothered to check if he'd won' the $100K someone had a ticket for in NM, but never claimed.  He had that scorn for the smaller prizes that could have changed his life in common with a lot of people who post on the DB.  He'd probably be shyly flattered, knowing his picture was up here for strangers to see.  Flattered and a little suspicious.  "How's this going to make anyone any money?" he'd ask the universe. 

RIP Deano. 

Hope the prizes are bigger wherever the heck you are these days.

Jack

 

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