Friday, July 15, 2005
Speaking of my Uncle Marty, here he is at last year's 4th of July picnic. For some reason, people in Indiana say JOO-ly instead of ju-LY, which Kev thinks is funny. Then again, Kev says 'wooder' instead of 'water', so there you go. Anyway, besides wearing novelty holiday caps, Marty likes to build stuff, and he is a pilot, and he flies small planes and an ultralight. I was always too scared to go up in the ultralight with Marty until I parasailed, and then I really wanted to go. But I think I missed my window, because after the recent death of Wal-Mart heir Somebody Walton in an ultralight crash, the fear is back. Oh well. Dangit.