Wednesday, January 21, 2009

207/365: Jim #2

He was my mother’s oldest brother and everybody loved him. I rarely saw him, but I always hoped he’d notice me, and he never seemed to. When Walt and I got married, I was thrilled when a gift came from him. It was a beat-up old dish that his alcoholic wife had gotten at some junk shop. I cried – but I still have the dish.

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