My Uncle Pitts. An Italian from Pittsburgh. Who has a name like that anymore? Who delights in their children to this degree anymore? A full kiss on the lips, holding his son’s little head, the babes hands coming up in response? I loved when this man greeted me. My baby daughter fell in love with him at first glance, “I want that man to kiss me right here,” she said, pointing at her forehead. Most of my favorite uncles are gone now, and boy do I miss them.

When your adult daughter starts performing your moves…

I forgot what it was like to be in Kansas City. To be hearing the same things that Funk and I heard 4 years ago. Well, at least one of us is hearing it, the one without the hearing aid: a. The Strange, But Nice Nonetheless: While riding the Amtrak train from the Grateful Dead concert in Chicago down to Kansas City: Funk is high-fived throughout the 5 cars on the way to the cafe car, the sentiments spoken are all running pretty much the same as what this man said as he pointed Funk out to his children: “Hey, […]