Tuesday, October 5, 2010


My Uncle Luis, Louky as we called him, circa 1969 or so. Yep, he was a shriner.

Total character, always chewing on a stogy, always had some nifty car, dune buggy or something. He was a career big rig driver, died while out on the road back in the early 80's. He and my Dad were the best of pals. When we visited in the summers, me and my brothers would sneak out of bed late at night and make our way to the den of his house where my Dad and him would be drinking whiskey and watching stag films or some other nonsense. We got our butt's kicked many times.

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