Jim Hallett, the owner of Durgin Park right up into the late seventies, took my Father under his wing during the darkest time in our lives. He saw in him a good man who had fallen very hard on the worst of times and honestly took him in as a son. From the moment of his intervention in 1960, we went from living in the top of my Grand Mother's old house to wanting for absolutely nothing. He bought us a new ranch house with a pool, a new car every two years, all of the food that we could eat, all of the clothes that we could ever wear, sent my parents on island vacations and sent us kids to the sea shore on the Cape. We played on the Kennedy Compound with the privileged, my Father traveled the world over with the Ancient and Honorable Artillery. We ate at the restaurant whenever we wanted as though it were our own kitchen and got treated like Old Boston Royalty every time we showed up. My father went in every night except Mondays just to hang around with Jim, they were like to kids with a huge play house. One Summer, my Father was the strawberry shortbread chef. He just went in and made deserts . . . he was VERY good at it, but still. Other times my Father and he would just drive places. New York, Miami, never really mattered. Mostly, they got together with a whole mess of other guys and toured Europe, or wherever. Again, like kids.
He would also arrange for me and Michelle to have unbelievably well paid "politically" influenced do-nothing jobs during the Summer months. A "greeter" at the State House, putting down rubber cones for the Highway Dept., running messages from the Lt. Governor's Office, stamping gun and fishing permits in Government Center. My weirdest job was installing and removing the air conditioner from the living room and bed room of his home in Milton. A twice a year job that paid around a $600.
Like having a fairy God Father, my life was changed in an instant, literally over a single weekend.
He and his wife were WONDERFUL ! ! ! ! ! And made the best oatmeal scotchies that I've ever tasted.
Another, "brush with greatness."
FP