My 3 brothers and I had planned a bicycle ride meet-up for tomorrow morning, but we had to cancel it. We will re-schedule later, but we had fun texting back and forth when we were coordinating our plans. JR decided to refer to me as "Uncle Roy" (Mom had 5 brothers, and 3? sisters). Our Uncles theme ended up as follows:

Me - Uncle Roy: the oldest brother, who lived in Alaska, and I Never saw him without a cigar in his mouth, all through my childhood and into my early adult years.

Pat - Uncle Homer: he was a Square-dance "Caller", and all of our Johnson family reunions had full scale square dances, where the kids joined in with the adults. Fun!

JR (John) - Uncle Elmer: he was an Air Force pilot who flew in the Berlin Airlift of 1948-1949. He lived/retired in San Antonio, Texas.

Mike - Uncle Bill: Uncle Bill was always my favorite, but I'm Uncle Roy because I'm the oldest. Sigh...

Uncle Larry didn't make the cut, but maybe Jimmy would have been Uncle Larry. Uncle Larry was a Contractor in Las Vegas who traded in his Cadillac every year for a brand new Cadillac. He showed up one morning when I was in Vietnam. I was sleeping on my cot because I had been on all night Guard Duty, and I had the morning off. Uncle Larry was on there on a 1-year government contract where he worked for really good money, with no taxes. I didn't know he was in Vietnam.

John just sent me this photo, with the text "cr giving me a ride on his bike" Ha Ha. That's actually Uncle Roy with John sitting behind him. But it was my motorbike. ps - notice the cigar in Uncle Roy's mouth?