One day (plus one hundred seventeen years) after the day my favorite poet was born, my favorite uncle was born.
That would be December 11, 1947.
Making him sixty-six years old today. And yes, that is hard for me to believe.
My Uncle Dody was nine years old when I was born. We've always been buddies.
His first child, a daughter, was born on my tenth birthday. And her name is Stephanie, the same as my first child, a daughter.
And my mother is his beloved big sister.
And he sings real good, and I love him.
And that is all except for this: Uncle Dody playing the guitarmonica and singing Amazing Grace.
Happy Wednesday ~ Merry Christmas ~ Happy Birthday