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OMG. McCrorys...it did not look like that last I was strolling in the area. Ahem.

Raffish type, I see. Bob, I mean. And grandma looked like she brooked no nonsense.

Call me "old fashioned" but your Bob looks a hell of a lot more handsome at 17 than they boys at that age do today.
I still don't get the whole look of pants hanging down around their knees look.

Looks like he was smoking a butt too. To bad the age of tobacco has gone. Whats the little round thing hanging from his pocket? Cig patches maybe or did he buy them already made.

Looks like he was smoking a butt too. To bad the age of tobacco has gone. Whats the little round thing hanging from his pocket? Cig patches maybe or did he buy them already made.

God keep Bob- and all his fellows.

That raffish smirk looks awfully familiar.

It's a strange thing, to look at an old photograph of a long-deceased relative and see your own mug staring back at you. The Missus has had that experience, and it's eerie.

I look at a photo like that and wonder what things would have been like if Uncle Bob had lived. Would Velociman's life have taken a different course? Would the Universe implode? Would we be setting an extra place at the Blogmeet-Table? Alas, we will never know.

God Bless Uncle Bob. Thanks for sharing this.

Truly, must have been, the inspiration for Saturday Night Fever... apparently, a man ahead of his time.

I remembered an Uncle of mine yesterday, well, about every other day to be honest. He was a flat out good dude. Took me fishin' and huntin' as a kid. Drank beer with me. Let me bum a smoke. Let me work the tobacco farm, and still be a teenager, drive big equipment, and generally, be a RedNeck.

Ex Navy, welder, pipe fitter. Real dirty job kind of guy. Your best friend, 'cause he "wasn't" your Daddy and let you get away with stuff your daddy would've whipped your ass for, and he'd laugh with you about it.

He knew damned well you were goin' home some time. And I think he secretly marked the days until such a departure arrived.

His name wasn't Bob, it was Raymond. Raymond Tyndall Price. Craziest adult I ever knew.

'Til I attened a blog meet or two.

Yabu's up there, but I don't think he welds, he just blows shit up and laughs about it. It's almost as cool, but there will never be another Uncle Raymond, as I'm sure there will never be another Uncle Bob. I missed the watermelon crawl in Helen Vman. My bad.

Look on the bright side man, we can always dress up, and wind up, Yabu, give him a lighter, and some lighter fluid, gasoline, or fireworks, or rockets and watch him work. And think about the Uncles gone before us and the fun we could've had, had life not been a finite thing. I think he'd make a good Uncle, no?

Ok, maybe a good uncle Fester...

I'd hit it.

I found the shot itself very interesting. Almost a movie still. It's rare to see personal photos of family where there seems to be no recognition of the camaraman.