In 1986 I started my first ever fanzine. It was for my favorite band at the time, the Monkees (they were making their twenty year come back.) My Uncle was my first (and only) paying subscriber to a free publication (how in the heck did I think that I could publish a free zine when I didn't have any money is beyond me! I did have a handful of subscribers. I eeked out a small handful of issues and I still thank Uncle Joe to this day.) I always appreciated how he tried to encourage us in whatever we were doing.
My heart is very heavy. I will miss him. I miss his piles of photos. I miss his stories. Oh God, the stories. Someone needs to take note of all of them on Saturday night since I sadly won't be there. I miss the summer pool parties, BBQ, watching the men play horseshoes, the Jerry Lewis telethon, my Nana knitting, hanging out with my cousins.) I miss this goofy bunch and the yarns they'd spin together: