My uncle Desi was the sort of man who gave up his youth reluctantly, for it was a youth spent on the sort of pursuits that might occupy a young man with a sense of adventure. He backpacked through Europe, climbed mountains, and rode a dead cool motorcycle -- he was the sort of uncle that could tell stories of hunting warthogs in Africa, skydiving
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Ours happily goes by the moniker of "Uncle Dave" (as in Bowie) even though:
1) He's not related to us.
2) His name isn't Dave.
3) He looks nothing like David Bowie, except for the hair.
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Now I'm all distracted.
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