It has recently come to my attention that in all of these posts I have never mentioned THE GREAT UNCLE DAVE. My mother's younger brother (he's only five years older than me) was quite an influence on the adolescent version of myself. Master-mentor that he was, he taught me the finer points of such things as flatulence jokes, prank phone calls, and Mad Magazine. Whenever I crank up Led Zeppelin, I think of him.
We haven't kept in touch as much as we should (he went off and moved to Dallas a couple of decades ago), but now that he's a regular reader of this blog, that is starting to change.
Happy New Year Uncle Dave! God's blessings to you and your family.