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My Uncle Joe was always larger than life, a big frog in the little pond that is Kingston, and I loved him like I loved my own father. He was the life of the party wherever he went, smoking big cigars, playing the trumpet as wildly as any professional jazzman, and always keeping everyone around him laughing. I never looked forward to anything in life like I looked forward to spending time with him and my cousins at the little piece of paradise in the Catskills, complete with trout brook, where...
Peter Mirick
November 28, 2011 | West Boylston, MA


