UNCLE TIM’S SCHOOL FOR GREENHORNS

Chain-smoking Newports in the country-club parking lot, sunburned in his wedding tuxedo, my soon-tobe Uncle Tim looked as twitchy as a Lab in a wetsuit. Someone told him my Aunt Martha was ready, the music struck up, then he sucked down one last nervous butt and marched into our family.

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