Uncle Fred

Several days ago was my Uncle Fred's birthday.  Just a note about my Uncle Fred, he is just plain lovely.  If everyone ever agreed on the correct way to spell certain laughs (Ah ha ha! or Ahaha!, the debate continues) then those words could finally be included in the dictionary, and several of them would say See Fred Time.

I had lunch with him last week and, as usual, he was a pleasure to be around.  One of my favorite things about him is when someone helps him out, a clerk at the courthouse or a waiter at a restaurant he is generous enough to tell them "Good job.  Go ahead, take the rest of the day off."  Any old shmuck can give his employees the day off but Uncle Fred gives other people's employees the day off.  Now that is a good man.

Here is a very happy birthday poem for Uncle Fred:

Fred
Treats his bike like the Proud Mary, whose big wheels seldom stopped.
Always there to say a nice word, like a fortune cookie.
Eternally as happy as a trucker who just won three grand in the lottery.
And as kind as the neighbor's dog who decides to poop in the yard next door.
Supporting you for every hour of the day you are awake like a Playtex Cross Your Heart bra.
Always seeing the good side of things, like Oprah's front windshield.
And as deeply loved as government holidays.