Every family has the crazy uncle, right?
I had two. One related by inclination, the other by marriage.
Growing up I saw one almost every weekend, the other much less often. I miss them both.
One was witty and daft and completely off the wall; kind and generous and possibly quite brilliant; more like my parents than not. The other was loud, silly, trendy, moody, passionate, insecure, kind and generous, like but more unlike my parents; perfect uncle material.
One of them has a birthday today. Happy Birthday Uncle 70s-Afro-Jam-Tart-Eyes-Rescuing-Stranded-Nieces-After-Concerts Mike.
