I toasted my recently passed-away Uncle Harry today at the Taste of Waverly. When he lived in Boston (while I was small), he would spend his vacation in Maryland with the family — to include playing in the pool and yard with the boys. He enjoyed a beer, some crabs, the cigarettes he used to smoke a long time ago and people he cared about nearby.
He was one of the sweetest people I have ever known.
He was a fan of Pabst. The smell of “regular” beer always makes me think of him. More so now.
[Taken with my new camera!]
[...] thought of my Uncle Harry, who’s no longer with us on Saturday night. I looked up to toast him in my mind and saw a [...]