Old Hank: A Short Story

We stayed on a resort, and the nearest golf club made dinner for everyone on the resort. All we had to do was pick it up. I was out with my father and two brothers, named Christopher and Stephen, going for a driving tour of the surrounding areas nearest the resort. The tour was extremely scenic, with palmetto trees everywhere. I just so happened to be looking out the window and said a little too loudly, “STOP!”.

I promised him that I would come back and we would find a way to see that darn Boo Radley yet, so our dream would finally be finished and we could rest in peace. Looking back now, I realized that we still haven’t finished! Guess that I’ll just have to find a new way, possibly without my little Scout. Maybe I should strike a match under him, like Jem once said. Just so ya’ll know I know that Scout has told you guys that I can stretch a story,

As we got in the big red truck my dad said you ready and I said ‘YES’. There we are on the road. As we entered Omaha

As he goes down this road we are bumping up and down constantly, especially when he hits a small ditch. That road ends right at our favorite fishing spot. It is called “The Backwaters of Crooked Creek” or at least that is all I know it as. When we get off that road my dad parks his car next to the woods and we both get out. I walked to our trunk, open it up, and release that we didn’t buy any chicken liver.

so I hugged him back. He asked me if he could pick me up in the morning. So i said yes and walked inside up to my room, got in my pajamas and went to bed. The next morning I got dressed, I put on a black tink top, a jean jacket, jeans, with boots. I went down stairs and when I got to the bottom I see my Daddy and Georgia (my biological mother, that left after I was born).”

The one time that I saw my father back home, I wouldn't see him anymore. Every night we would call my father hopeful he'd pick up, and that we could speak to him. Even when he picked up he

It was just another day on the plantation. A meager breeze rolled through the willow trees, the sun was prominent on a blazing summer day glistening down on John Horbeck as he stood upon his perfectly-painted, white deck in which cloaked his stupendous house. He stood watching, scrutinizing every move of the diligent slaves he possessed. This was his plantation; everything had to be flawless. The bricks had to be made precisely and the pecans had to be picked meticulously. There ceased to be any room for failure on Mr. Horbeck’s plantation.

My horse was with John Peanut waiting to ride. I maneuvered my way to the box. I waited until Harry Hawk entered the stage and was the only one left. After Harry Hawk said a comical line I pulled the trigger a loud explosion echoed through the theater. I did not know if it killed him.

As I was running towards the woods, I hiding behind trees and bushes until the slave owners that are going to church passedtrying to trying to hide from slave owners that are going to church. I was almost near the woods when I got

I got to the jail and got everyone out. As I was on my way back I got tagged. So I went to jail. Minutes paced so I yelled “hey come get me”.

I got to the jail and got everyone out. As I was on my way back I got tagged. So I went to jail. Minutes paced so I yelled “hey come get me”.

Once we pulled into independence I was amazed it was so crowded with wagons once we went through I saw this small little general store so we went closer and it was called Jorgensen general store and there were stuff we might need so I thought I would check it out. The boys took the wagon to somewhere where we could stay for the night and to feed the oxen and the other animals while I go to Jorgensen general store. Before I went I asked all of my wagon train people if they wanted to go with the leader of our wagon train is mr Marvin Ives because they have 2 older sons ones 20 and ones 18 the second on after him is mr and mrs Larry Morris they have a 3 year old daughter and 3 oxen so they would be a good match for second in the train the third one is us we planned for it to be us because at the time we met which was at the bar and we all talked about it my wife and daughter were still alive and she was pregnant so we were gonna be close to the middle the fourth one is mr and mrs Paul brown they are cabinet makers that have a pair of oxen and are fit for there spot the last one is tony Wilson he 's alone

Jon Hassler’s Grand Opening shows the character of Hank Foster that a good man can be identified by his character, not the time nor the circumstances in which he lives.

I was going to meet my dad. Two hours later we arrived at my grandma Janes. I go to my favorite place in her basement. There is a guy in my grandma Jane 's basement.

In Jon Hassler’s Grand Opening Hank Foster responds to many situations that develop him as well as the other characters. Hank was reasonable, loyal, practical, a risk taker, fair, just, but sometimes wisely passive and overall was a rare man of his era.