Sometimes a humorous title and colourful book cover catch your eye. Long term memory makes you relate to the kid in the excerpt who skipped out of Sunday school then bumped into Uncle Bob.
Everybody in the world needs an Uncle Bob.
He isn’t much to look at.
As near as I can tell he is ALWAYS dressed in red flannel. His shirt looks like he might have picked it up at Wal-Mart about three days following the first Mesopotamian War. My Uncle Bob is just a little teapot of a man with a sort of a question mark slump in his shoulders, a breath that smells a little of tobacco and Listerine, and a belly-bulge that looks as if a medicine ball had given birth to quadrupal-quintuplets inside of his stomach
Uncle Bob is a straight talker – which means that he ALWAYS says just exactly what is on his mind at that particular point in time – even though sometimes you might feel that he is taking the long way around the barn to get to his ultimate point.
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