This is my very MEAN Uncle Clar, pointing at the turkey he cooked yesterday. He thought it would be rather funny to send me this picture. I was talking to Heather (my cousin) on line yesterday and she told me that her dad was cooking a turkey. Instantly, I could picture my Uncle in the kitchen, beer in hand, jeans, white socks and a shirt and could literally smell the turkey. I have had many Sunday dinners in that house and at the moment can still smell it. Today I am sure for lunch he had hash and hot turkey sandwiches. I miss that house.