We have Mother’s Day, Father’s Day and special days set aside to recognize grandparents, secretaries, mailmen, dog catchers, etc., but no Uncle’s Day. I’m lobbying for an Uncle’s Day, based on the four fascinating uncles who added adventure and laughter to my early life.
Let’s start with my Uncle Danny. An IRA fugitive, he fled Ireland seeking refuge in the U.S. Upon meeting Uncle Dan, he would offer to display where he had been shot fleeing the British. A naïve “OK” would prompt a casual dropping of his trousers, screaming women and a reach for the waistband of his shorts. He never did go all the way and his cheeky badge of honor remained a sight unseen.
Some 40 years after his escapades on behalf of Irish freedom and anticipating a daring return to the old sod, Uncle Dan had all his teeth pulled but one in preparation for a free set of false teeth from the British Health Service. Given his propensity to bare all, he would challenge each kid to admire his Pepsodent smile and then opening wide, display one lonely fang, dangling front and center from his upper gum.