I never met my uncle, and my parents and grandparents rarely spoke of him when I was growing up. But I knew of his existence when I was a boy, and in the years that have followed, our lives have connected in some highly unusual ways. It chokes me up today: it’s such a passion for me now to talk about his life. My uncle never had any children of his own, and I feel like I’m the only one to carry on for him. He was being forgotten, and I had to go find out about him because I didn’t want him to be forgotten anymore. A Tree Struck by Lightning Growing up, I had what I’d call several “brushes” with my uncle’s life. There were occasional traces of conversation, little tokens of remembrance in our houses, that pointed to who he was. I was the oldest boy in our family, and every once in a while my grandmother slipped and called me George by mistake. I didn’t really get it. I was a kid in the 1950s, and once as a Thanksgiving present my grandmother gave me some brown combat boots.
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