It may not be a great photograph, but this image of the patched-together garage always makes me smile because it reflects the brilliant and quirky personality of my generous and kind uncle, my father’s youngest brother. It’s a hodgepodge of parts, engines, signs, treasures, and memories. The roof was high on one side, so he cut down the pole, only to find it much too short. Being a problem-solver, he wedged a piece back into the space, thus raising the roof a bit. See the post on the right-hand side? The roof still slopes.

Uncle Mac's Garage