Scene One – PISONYA – West Allis, Wisconsin, June 1949
“Momma, who’s that man in the jungle?” I point to a black and white photograph in our red, leather bound, family album.
Mother walks to my side and places her hand on my shoulder. “Why, Bobby, that’s your Uncle Larry in Burma.”
“Is it hot in Burma?” I try to reconcile the photograph of a shirtless teenager in olive green fatigue pants with my new knowledge that there are more people in my life than mother and father.
Uncle Wally arrived to help his sister with her work, which included mentoring me. We Simonized Mother’s car upholstery before I understood that Simoniz was the name of a product and not a verb for cleaning seats. While we cleaned, Dad painted our house.
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