He's always Uncle D. to me. When I was a teenager, I was given the chance to visit Uncle D. and Pat in Chicago. They gave me the directions and I took the El to town and visited the sights. I saw museums, the Art galleries and part of the city. I even met a (very intoxicated) man who told me that he was a Black Panther and asked if I was one. I kept walking. One day, while Uncle D. and Pat were at work and I was at their house, the sky turned gray and leaves were blowing around on the porch. I turned on the radio to hear the weather report. The announcer said that there were tornado warnings. TORNADO WARNINGS! I'm from Seattle! We don't have tornados. All I know of tornados is The Wizard of Oz. So I packed my things and went to the basement. Luckiy, Uncle D. called, figuring I had heard the warning. H said, "Don't worry about it. This happens all the time." I stayed in the basement until someone came home.
I'm glad they came to live in Seattle. It seems as if they have always been here. I'll miss Uncle D. and his rope jumping and sit-ups and stories and good advice. Love, Barb
When I read about Bion's time in New York City, I found myself adding that he explored the city by walking the width of Manhattan from lower Manhattan all the way to Harlem - until he found it advisable to stop. And then I heard him singing "Happy Birt-day" in the accent & voice of a NYC waiter :) He is a dearly missed bear. - Erin