My father was a little like that but he was never vulgar. He was not well-educated, either, never having attended high school. He served in the army, drafted when he was about 28, which was a little older than average. He drove a truck most of his life, six days a week. He was also a rural mail carrier, which is little more than a truck driver. He knew a lot of people everywhere but mostly just the people he met in his daily rounds. I disagreed with a lot of the things he believed but I wouldn't argue with him although as my step-mother would say, he would argue a black sheep was white. I'm sort of the same way, or at least I imagine I am. I actually expected even more people at his funeral but he had outlived most of the people I think would have been there. He outlived two wives. It's been almost twenty years now, too.
He was modest and never pretentious. But it is worth noting that not everyone you think is pretentious is pretending. Everything you see is genuine, nothing fake.
He was modest and never pretentious. But it is worth noting that not everyone you think is pretentious is pretending. Everything you see is genuine, nothing fake.