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Uncle Bobby & Etc Tuesday, May. 11, 2010 - 12:00 a.m. We got word yesterday afternoon that John's father's brother, whom I called Uncle Bobby, passed away with my father-in-law by his side. He was briefly mentioned in this post about Thanksgiving 2005, which features his son Robert carving a turkey. This was the day my father-in-law and Uncle Bobby and I showed off our ink to each other after dinner. Uncle Bobby was one of the funniest people I've met in ages, and he was also one of the only extended relatives who consistently remembered my name. It's a very big family, so trust me when I say this is an accomplishment. He was preceded in death by his son Robert, The Turkey Carver. --- About a month ago, I allowed my hair to be chopped off to my chin, one reason among many being I had been under the impression that I'd be practicing with a band in a hot garage all damn summer, and eventually maybe even on stage somewhere before the year was out. Every time I look in the mirror, I am reminded of this now suddenly superfluous action. So I may do a little more work on my hair. Haven't decided quite what yet. Just gotta modify how it looks so it won't look like it does now. And don't worry, I'm not asking for anybody's input. Well, John's input, yes, because he has to look at it every day, but that's it. --- Also... there's parts of Saturday that I don't remember. I got Alan's text on the way to the Ferry, and after I called him to confirm, everything else is a blank for about ten minutes. I don't remember John turning the car around, or us parking, or going upstairs. I remember turning on the laptop and writing to the band members ... but there's still that gap. John helped me remember a few nanoseconds and the face of one neighbor while I was climbing. I lost some information due to a mini-stroke in 2006, but that's different. I've retrieved most of that through the help of old friends, but this is a whole new taste treat. --- All right, that's it. Have a good Tuesday ---
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