Uncle Tony

On a Thanksgiving afternoon, some number of years ago, I had the dignified opportunity to sit with Phamous Uncle Tony. We watched football, we drank many Coronas, we also sat with his Grandsons. His stoic stature got me with goosebumps as he openly talked about his Decorations for bravery during his Army time amidst the Vietnam conflict. Decorations* (plural). Quietly, humbly, in the hum of family conversation and beer flowing fresh like a mountain stream, he told me his proximity to times we wish we never have to see. In those moments, he was impelled, he chose to help others. He was not overpowered, intimidated by immediate danger. He went toward chaos. Enter: goosebumps. As we sipped our Corona and the music filled the air (Megatron was lighting it up for the Lions), my eyes filled with emotion. On Turkey Night, somewhere on the Long Island (Coram) I was given the chance to hear a first hand account of bravery. I am thankful for that opportunity. These nights and days are filled with hustle and bustle, I gotta believe those who have witnessed the horrific have a renewed sense of what is really important. Loving family, drinking high grade and low grade hops, watching football and fellowship with the fam. Family and friends, all day/all night!