Uncle Jack can. Now that he is one he thought the least he could do was to learn how to spell it. So far it doesn't seem a whole lot different from being a septuagenarian but that could change without notice if he falls down or has a stroke or one of those other ills that flesh is heir to as the bard put it. Will he live to become a nonagenarian? Stay tuned.
Anyway he would like to thank all those faithful readers who sent him birthday greetings last week when he was up in Minnesota. He couldn't read them until yesterday when he got back to Baltimore because his parsimonious brother still has dial-up ($9 a month for 58 minutes) so Uncle Jack's laptop didn't work up there. Your kind thoughts were worth waiting for, though, and he thanks you again.
It was fun to be back on his home turf for a week, surrounded by family and stuffing himself with the food and drink of his childhood----potato sausage, Swedish rye bread, bruna bonor (look it up) and Leinenkugel's Old Style Lager, the beer that has helped to make high school tolerable for generations of northern Wisconsin youth.
The temperature exceeded 90 every day he was in Brainerd, Minnesota and to his further consternation Mother Nature (or perhaps God) sent a tornado to destroy the town of Wadena, only 60 miles away just after he arrived. He hoped to find relief from the heat and humidity back in Bawlmer but today, Friday the 25th of June, is the fifth consecutive day of sweltering, rainless weather with temperatures approaching 100. With any luck he and Mrs. U.J. will be able to escape to Nags Head next week where it won't be so miserable. (?)
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