Wednesday, September 18, 2013
I remember when Uncle George use to mow Pop's lawn. Pop had his leg amputated. We often sat at the kitchen table and talked about business. I remember his smile. I told him he looked like my pop pop. He laughed. They both would tease me. I remember him mowing lawn in barefeet. Everyone in Washington remembers he had the perfect lawn. The house was always the most pristine house in the neighborhood and the envy of many.
