My uncle and his gift baskets
I was so happy when my uncle Cliff called me from Scranton Pennsylvania last night. He had been over in Iraq for the past few months serving in the United States Army. He has the rank of Major and is usually in a somewhat safe area. He is forty five years old and is not very nimble these days. We talked for about twenty minutes about what was going on over there. He said he had received a bunch of gift baskets when he got back with some of his most favorite cheese. I’m just glad he got back in one piece.
