Uncle Chuck

Listen,

A guy once told me this story…

He grew up in the German section of Cleveland. Row houses and all that. Don’t stray from your neighborhood or you could get beat up.

The War came. He joined the Navy. They shipped him to the west coast where he was to serve on an LST.

On the way west the train passed high above a valley in the mountains. Down in the valley was a lone cabin with a whisper of smoke rising from it. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen. He knew right then that he would live the rest of his life in the west.

And he did.

RIP Uncle Chuck, 1925-2002

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I’m sorry.

I’d say he lived well then.

Rest In Peace, Uncle Chuck.