Memories of the Legion
Read a story . . .
"Mitch and I first bumped into each other at A J & R Pawn Shop, some 30 years ago. Two guys from two different worlds with one common interest - the love of military history and the collecting of military regalia. Through the years our paths crossed on numerous occasions, but our real bond developed after the opening of Alamo Military Collectables, in 1989.
In a recent conversation, Mike mentioned that Mitch had three families. His relatives and friends, his brothers in the MC, and the cast and crew at the Alamo. I am proud to say that I was a member of his Alamo family! I will never forget the tolerance and kindness he extended to all those around him; his ability to make the best out of the worst situations; the fact that he was always there when I needed him and his ability to laugh at life. I tried to return all this to him, as one seldom finds such a friend in this very large, cold world.
On Wednesday, May 23, 2001, I saw Mitch for the last time. He was tired, weak, hurting and had lost a lot of weight......however, he had to come in to see the latest group of German insignia. He left his glasses that day, so I put them on his shelf for his next visit. I just knew there would be a next visit, and a next, and a next... I'm wearing those glasses now - hopefully they will enable me to see life as clearly as Mitch did. I loved this man and feel a great emptiness with his passing.
Friends forever....forever friends!"
- T. Knox
"One of things that I loved about Mitch was his pressence of mind. He knew how people reacted to his appearance and liked it. I remember one of many Saturdays at the Alamo as a specific example. The apartment upstairs from the shop had been rented out to a family that had little control of their hooligan kids who often vandalized the outside of the shop and the cars in the parking lot. This day they were running up and down the back porch, climbing all over the picnic table and generally being loud and obnoxious. Mitch tolerated it for a while and then, bounding out the door growling--knife in hand, told the hooligans to get lost before he had to cut them up and eat them. The kids scurried away and didn't return for the rest of the day."
- T. Knox II
"This man was not noble,
This man was not heroic,
This man simply was."
- D. Menendez
"My best Mitch story goes back before the Alamo. I had picked up a near new, blue paneled blade Imperial German presentation sword. Mitch wanted to see the sword, so I told him to meet me at my house at 5:30PM. Unfortunately I was late due to heavy traffic, finally arriving home at 6PM. Mitch, as always, was right on time.
When I entered the house, I found Mitch sitting at the dining room table, gleefully pawing the sword. My wife was nowhere in sight. When I asked Mitch were she was....he pointed toward the back bedroom, stating that she had gone back there when he arrived and not returned.
I headed back that way to let Jan know I was home. To my surprise, I found her sitting on the bed, shakily holding onto my loaded .38 revolver. Upon seeing me, she firmly uttered: "DON'T YOU EVER COME HOME LATE AGAIN...THAT MAN SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!"
Since that time, Jan has gotten to know Mitch, and realized what a great guy he was. However, it's a good thing he didn't have to go to the bathroom, or the funeral might have been fourteen years earlier!"
- P. Polizzi