A love story for the ages enters its next and final chapter
Weâre not supposed to be surprised that Ernest Elbert Midkiff has died, which he did last Wednesday. He was, after all, 99 years old. He would have turned 100 on Veterans Day. But we should be sad. Those of us who knew him because weâll not see him any more, and those who didnât know him because now the opportunity of meeting him is gone and thus their lives are diminished. My overly abundant good fortune included calling Ernie Midkiff a friend. Then again, he was the sort of fellow to whom you were a friend until you gave him a reason not to be, and probably even after that.