Wednesday, October 24, 2012
I was around eight or nine. We were at the house, dad must have been working nights. We were supposed to be in bed, but my brothers and I were cutting up and running around up stairs. So mom sent you up to "straighten" us out. So strap in hand, you entered my room first, you flipped on the light, I screamed, you shut off the light and got out of there and down those steps in a flash. We went to the top of the stairs, and I remember giggling, when I heard mom ask you if you took care of things. And your response was, "well didn't ya hear them scream?" I still chuckle when I think of that story. you big lug, you did not have the heart. How I wish I would have shared that story with you when I saw you at Christmas, no one enjoyed a funny story more than you, esp. when you get got. And you would have remembered, you always remember. How I enjoyed you. You would have loved this title...Got you, one last time. My dear uncle Leonard.
