So today, I found out that Uncle Paul back there is the same age my dad would have been, were he living – forty years older than me. But Dad died almost twenty-five years ago, and Uncle Paul looks younger than my dad did when he died. Which is amazing, because Uncle Paul is about to turn ninety-five. And he’s still clear, active, getting around – and even driving. As my Uncle Bill put it once as we were leaving a Thanksgiving dinner, “Wait up. You’re ninety, and I’m seventy, and I can’t keep up with you? This is bullshit.”
Here’s to family.
-the Centaur
Pictured: Me and Uncle Paul at Easter lunch.
