Thursday, January 26, 2012
Uncle Tony and Aunt Kay were our neighbors on St. Lawrence Avenue. When I was in the driveway or I looked out my kitchen window, I could see him at the sink in the basement drying the dishes Aunt Kay washed. I loved how she always called him "Daddy".
His smile and his laugh - unbeatable. And I loved that he always called me "Blondie". Uncle Tony, say hi to my parents, Aunt Kay, Grandma and Grandpa, Barbara and Uncle Charlie and all the others you meet again.
