Bob
Going to miss you Frank. Although you were my uncle... We bonded more like brothers. Growing up we spent a lot of time together and did a lot of stuff...that I look back and laugh. Like us in suits, coats and ties without shoes pants rolled up in a water filled ditch looking for 3 six packs of beer...with State Trooper shining his lights on us. We never found the beer.
We laughed all the way home...and the ST never knew what we had lost. The Good Times.
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