Wednesday, June 25
#41, Uncle Danny.
Not really an "uncle", but an honorary family member nonetheless. Danny had a walrus mustache, drank beer all day long and farted up a storm. He also snored so loudly that the windowpanes would shake, rattle and roll. He was ever so friendly, though, and always in T-shirt and jeans. He helped my dad build the house up in Montana, and lived with someone named Troy and a cat named Budweiser who earned his name by lapping at the tops of leftover cans on the coffeetable.
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