Bareback & Beatles
One of my fondest memories of my Uncle Sam was when I was about 5-6 years old. I would go visit and there would be Uncle Sam laying on his bed, on his belly, with no shirt on listening to The Beatles. He would let me jump up on his back and I would pretend like I was bareback on a pony. He would even let me use his long black ponytail like they were reigns. Never once did he complain about this adventure of mine!
Friday, November 17, 2017