Sailing With Uncle John
On Sunday afternoon, Nora, Marga and I went out sailing on Lake James with Uncle John. He’s not really my uncle, but my love for him could best be described as avuncular, and he flew all the way to Spain to come to my wedding, so he’s deserves an honorary uncledom. Earlier this year he bought a 24-foot sail boat which he loves to take out on the local manmade lake as often as he can.
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