Tribute to Mr. Dixon - the Man Who Sold Me Comics
Holmes and I sat at Mr. Dixon's funeral on Monday afternoon. We didn't feel like talking and we didn't have much to say. Holmes face was sad and he had dark rings around his eyes. His face reflected how I felt.
"So I was talking to Steve before you got here and he told me that Mr. Dixon had a message for you" I said to Holmes.
Holmes looked shocked and leaned into me. "Really? What is it?" he whispered.
"Tell Jeffery Holmes to pick up his damn comics" I said, referencing to Holmes' habit of waiting between four to six months between picking up his stack of comics, which was always a point of tension between Holmes and Mr. Dixon.
Holmes went quite for a minute and mulled it over. He shot back a look and a grin. "Fuck of Sammy. He did not" Holmes laughed.
I let out a giggle with tears in my eyes and we went quite again.
Tomorrow I am going into the store to pick up my comics for the first time since Mr. Dixon died. I've been buying my comics from him since I was eleven years old. His son Steve put it best when he said "Life has changed forever." I just can't believe that I'll never see Mr. Dixon emerge from his office again and make his way to the front of the store when he heard my voice. I just can't believe I'll never go through a comic order with him again. I can't believe I'll never have visits with him about random things ranging from Lil' Abner to stamp collecting to classic literature. Mr. Dixon was a man of great class and dignity and was more then just my comic guy. He was a gentleman, a brilliant man of taste and knowledge and he was my friend. I never thought there would be a day that he wasn't there, but now that that day has come my heart is broken. Life will never be the same.
"So I was talking to Steve before you got here and he told me that Mr. Dixon had a message for you" I said to Holmes.
Holmes looked shocked and leaned into me. "Really? What is it?" he whispered.
"Tell Jeffery Holmes to pick up his damn comics" I said, referencing to Holmes' habit of waiting between four to six months between picking up his stack of comics, which was always a point of tension between Holmes and Mr. Dixon.
Holmes went quite for a minute and mulled it over. He shot back a look and a grin. "Fuck of Sammy. He did not" Holmes laughed.
I let out a giggle with tears in my eyes and we went quite again.
Tomorrow I am going into the store to pick up my comics for the first time since Mr. Dixon died. I've been buying my comics from him since I was eleven years old. His son Steve put it best when he said "Life has changed forever." I just can't believe that I'll never see Mr. Dixon emerge from his office again and make his way to the front of the store when he heard my voice. I just can't believe I'll never go through a comic order with him again. I can't believe I'll never have visits with him about random things ranging from Lil' Abner to stamp collecting to classic literature. Mr. Dixon was a man of great class and dignity and was more then just my comic guy. He was a gentleman, a brilliant man of taste and knowledge and he was my friend. I never thought there would be a day that he wasn't there, but now that that day has come my heart is broken. Life will never be the same.