Uncle Harvey was my mother’s brother. He was always intriguing to me. He was absolutely brilliant. His intellect exuded from all he said. And, oh my, his cultured mannerisms and interactions were so very precise and so proper. And, the subtly extravagant gifts he gave my mother for birthdays, or for Christmas, were always so… Continue reading My Uncle Harvey
Both your names are Gaelic. And, you both love the ocean, the sea, and just about any body of water. And, this post is for you.