Thank You, Norm Fox

Thank You, Norm Fox

Norman Fox and I grew up in the Wynnefield section of Philadelphia. We lived three doors apart on Wyndale Avenue and attended Overbrook High School together. After graduation Norm married young, started growing a family and ran a successful electrical supply business for many years. I went off adventuring.

We reconnected many years later at a high school reunion, where everyone exchanged telephone numbers and email addresses and promised to stay in touch. Norm was one of the very few who took that seriously. As a result, I and other members of our high school class have been getting almost daily emails from Norm that amuse, inform and inspire us. That includes loads of photos from the 30s and '40s (do you think he's trying to tell us something?), along with old-time ads for Lux soap, Studebaker automobiles and Carter's Little Liver Pills. I often wonder, "Where does he get this stuff?"

The point is that he makes us laugh and think and keep in touch, not only with our past, but what is happening in the world around us every day.  As he has said, and I'm paraphrasing, "I hope all of these emails aren't annoying you. I'm only trying to let you know that someone cares. That's why I send them."

If you're lucky, you'll have a Norm Fox in your life. Laughter is like rare wine and it's priceless.

Thank you, Norm.

Beau Weisman, Editor