By Michael Degnan
I decided to visit Uncle Jack after my mom’s funeral. I threw a few changes of clothes into my backpack, grabbed a couple of books, and went to the airport. I got a discount ticket to Rome on one of those budget airlines that is supposed to save you money but charges you for just about everything. None of that mattered. I was off to see family.
Uncle Jack loomed large in my childhood. Growing up an only child wasn’t always the easiest thing. I’d watch shows like the Brady Bunch and movies like Home Alone and wonder why my family was so small, why our holidays were so quiet and uneventful.[Read more…] about Uncle Jack