Thinking of my uncle with great fondness. We had dinner together at Sambo's in Lawrence the night that Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. He was the black sheep, probably why we got along so well. Even though he had only infrequent visits from us, the California branch of the family, whenever we visited Lawrence when my brother and sister and I were young, he always had time for us. He knew how to think like we did, and we always had fun in his company. To some he was exasperating, but to us...
Mari Carlos
November 10, 2016 | Glendale, CA