You might be a redneck. . . . . . .
So, my great uncle died Monday evening. He was a great man. He had no children of his own, but, was known to everyone who knew him as "Uncle Kenny." It was an emotional past couple of days. It's bad enough seeing my dad upset and teary eyed, but, throw my grandpa in the mix and I could hardly handle it. Anyway, enough about that. . . .on to the reason for the subject title. I go to leave the wake Thursday night and a few of my other uncles, some cousins and family friends are in the parking lot standing around WITH CANS OF BEER IN THEIR HANDS. That's right. Beer. At a wake. I had never been more proud of the men in my family than I was at that moment. 