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Uncle Jim

Even though Jim was an alcoholic, his quirky good looks made him stand out in a crowd. He was left-handed, with jet-black hair, light-blue eyes, and broad shoulders. He often wore a faded denim jacket, camouflage hat, and a pair of black combat boots. He smoked Kool cigarettes, keeping the crinkled package of smokes stuffed inside the front pocket of his jacket.

He also had a unique and peculiar sense of humor. I remember stopping by to see him ten years ago. His excessive drinking had caused him to gain a lot of weight and he was as big as a bear. He was petting Skippy, his little black terrier, and his turntable was on top of the piano. He was playing the German national anthem, Deutschland uber Alles. Something about the song didn’t sit right with Skippy, and she howled every time it played. Jim thought this was so funny he kept playing the song over and over, laughing in his raspy voice. He had a menthol cigarette dangling from his left hand and there were cans of Busch beer everywhere.

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