My dad was born in the
1950s. His grandpa was with his second wife and a whole batch of other kids.
These aunts and uncles were around my dad's age. They were my dad's
childhood/sometimes adulthood best friends. They rambled all over South
Alabama, got into minor trouble, smoked cigarettes, flirted with pretty girls,
and did all the things that southern boys do.
The uncles all died before
my dad. The last one was about a month before my dad passed. And I think that
when Wallace "Hambone" died my dad was ready to go. He wanted to see
my Mama, his sister, his mama, etc.
But I think he wanted to
meet up with his uncles and reminisce about all the good times, the struggles,
and the places they used to hang out. I think they are all together. They are
watching over the enormous dynasty they created. They are wreaking havoc and
telling tall tales. I don't think the hereafter is ready for the Wild
Bunch to be together again.
So, if hear the whisper of
voices laughing, I know the boys are up to something and want to share.
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