One of our football coaches, a vet in his forties, recounted how his wife ribbed him about being a neat freak. “Your underwear drawer is relentlessly organized, your t-shirts are folded, your Levis are on hangers!” she would exclaim. His reply to her was, “I’m not a neat freak. I’m a Marine.”
Not one to hobnob much with coaching staff, I nevertheless mentally genuflected anew to this man — for his service to country, of course, but in addition for his neatness. I had more in common with him than I realized. I flunked the Army physical because of a heart murmur, so was disqualified from military service. However, I am a neat freak manqué. I express my solidarity with The Few, The Proud: Semper Organized!
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