145. Uncle George
Mom’s decade-younger brother, George, inherited his mother’s red hair and the family’s goofy wit. He spins yarns about his own mild misadventures that leave everyone in stitches. He wrote me a correspondence course in The Beatles when I was 11.
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The song Rocky Racoon always reminds me of him.
Posted by: Jenn | August 23, 2006 09:04 PM
He sounds like a great guy.
Posted by: indigo bunting | August 23, 2006 09:13 PM