In Phoenix, remembering…

I’m in Phoenix right now, drove in yesterday to visit my Aunt Barbara, a lovely, charming, sparkling lady.  Her husband Carver was my father’s youngest brother, for whom I had a special place in my heart.

 

I was raised by my mother and sister, without brothers, or nearby male relations, and my father was out of the picture most times.   Even though Carver lived back in Michigan before he moved to Phoenix, it was this big, bluff, funny black Santa Claus of a man who taught me to play catch, a...