My Dad’s younger brother Bob (by the stove, in the white shirt) passed away Monday night, in his sleep. It was a surprise, I guess. He apparently had an enlarged heart. He was 61. I hadn’t seen him in years. I always imagined him as a strong man. He worked as a longshoreman. I bought one of my first cars from him, oh, about 20 years ago. It was a 1975 Malibu. It was roller-painted white with a black stripe. Seats that didn’t match, no floors and barely ran. I called it the Bobmobile! 
So long, Uncle Bob. Say hi to Da for us…
