A story that always comes to mind about my uncle Bobby...He and my aunt lived in a two story house and my brother and I and my 2 cousins used to bump booties down the stairs and there were a bunch of em... he would lay on the couch watchin TV at the bottom in the living room and they had those rod iron rails you could see thru..and he would roll laughin at us and never said anything to us. You know we were being loud and he never heard a word of those TV shows. Probably cause we were always putting my little brother up to going head first....humm that was a disaster waiting to happen cause there was nothing but a solid wall at the bottom.Thanks Uncle Bobby. I am sure going to miss your laughs.
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