Uncle Dana

Uncle Dana and Gramma Sheila What I remember best about my Uncle Dana was watching The Twilight Zone with him. He rambled when he spoke, and he had these little ears, he kept his hair short, and if it wasn’t for the fetal alcohol syndrome, he might’ve looked like Tom Hanks. Unfortunately, life just wasn’t kind to my poor Uncle, and that’s a damn shame now that he’s dead. It was a damn shame to begin with. I know it doesn’t go good to come off pitiful these days, but the story I got is the only one to tell. I feel like I have to. No one else is really there to remember. We were watching The Twilight Zone, an episode with Elizabeth Montgomery, and he said, “Gee whiz, I’d like to have gotten to know her. She sure is beautiful.” And the only thing my 21 year old self could think was this poor guy, he’ll never have anyone. Of course, what I did was engage with the hell yeahs, because she’s a hot ticket, and who wouldn’t have liked to, right? I felt bad for him. Neither of us was very old,...