Still (sur)Rendering

My mother isn't a drama queen. Even with a two-four nicely packed away, she doesn't overreact or get loud. You can then imagine my surprise when she called last night sounding almost worried.

I have relatives in the BC area that is currently acting as Mother Nature's bbq. (My sensitivity knows no bounds.) Most have been evacuated but there is one uncle, the resident black sheep, that no one has heard from.

Actually, why I call him the black sheep I really don't know. My mom is the youngest of ten.. a full half of them are (were) alcoholics. Maybe because Uncle travelled a lot he got the label. I've always rather pictured him as Box Car Willy.. drunk but with stories and a harmonica.

So yes - Uncle Box Car is MIA. She's positive he passed out and burned to death. I'm guessing he's probably out in Saskatchewan, working for room and board and booze.

It'll just be another interesting story at the next family reunion/funeral I go to.

For the record, I am saddened about the area that is being consumed by fire. It truly was beautiful country there.

more later.

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Still (sur)Rendering All great truths begin as blasphemies. George Bernard Shaw
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