Uncle Howard
A constant in my life, 12 years older than me, Helene's youngest brother, who has been right there for me through thick and thin. Great guy. At one point I had nine uncles. Howard is the last one standing, always steadfast. The kind of man who loves his sister and buys frilly stuff just for her, things I've inherited like French clocks and pearl handled manicure sets. I'm thinking my brothers have been remiss in the gift department. Hmmm. You boys need to pony up for your wonderful sister. Pearls are good. This is the uncle who thought he might be balding in his college days and came to our dinner table wearing weird green holistic cure stuff on his head. To much ridicule. Same uncle who bought seven or nine or whatever cashmere sweaters for some college girls. Hmmm. He's this exuberant man who brought his many, many girlfriends home to our house to make fudge. Not good fudge for the record. And when h...