Finish what you start.
Mar. 22nd, 2010 08:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
square_root_of_piYesterday, we attended Temple Israel's Jewish Culture and Food Festival.
The man serving our Carnegie Deli corned beef is a current city commissioner that has Jonathan's father's old office.
While he piled our corned beef sandwich high, he told us a tale about Dr. B and his office.
Dr. B, Jonathan's father, served as a city commissioner for Tallahassee. He was passionate about civic duty, and loved Tallahassee. He did everything in his power to make it the best city it could be.
Right after he passed away in spring of 2002, something odd started to happen. The door to his office would open. There was no explanation as to why this was happening. The door fit perfectly into its frame. There was no change in the air ducts. No logical explanation as to why it would open. It would just open.
It never did this until Dr. B died. After his death, every work day, it would just open.
Someone would close the door. A little later, it would open again.
This has continued for the past eight years.
The office staff has a theory. They believe Dr. B is still hanging around, using his old office and inspiring the staff to help make Tallahassee the best it can be.
Now, I'm not much for ghost stories, but I believe this one. Dr. B loved Tallahassee, and it wouldn't surprise me if he figured out a way to finish the job he started, to continue taking care of this city. Even if he has to do so from beyond the grave.
The man serving our Carnegie Deli corned beef is a current city commissioner that has Jonathan's father's old office.
While he piled our corned beef sandwich high, he told us a tale about Dr. B and his office.
Dr. B, Jonathan's father, served as a city commissioner for Tallahassee. He was passionate about civic duty, and loved Tallahassee. He did everything in his power to make it the best city it could be.
Right after he passed away in spring of 2002, something odd started to happen. The door to his office would open. There was no explanation as to why this was happening. The door fit perfectly into its frame. There was no change in the air ducts. No logical explanation as to why it would open. It would just open.
It never did this until Dr. B died. After his death, every work day, it would just open.
Someone would close the door. A little later, it would open again.
This has continued for the past eight years.
The office staff has a theory. They believe Dr. B is still hanging around, using his old office and inspiring the staff to help make Tallahassee the best it can be.
Now, I'm not much for ghost stories, but I believe this one. Dr. B loved Tallahassee, and it wouldn't surprise me if he figured out a way to finish the job he started, to continue taking care of this city. Even if he has to do so from beyond the grave.
