I had very fun uncle named Ron. Back then, we didn’t use the word Funcle but it would have appplied.
He was my favorite because he took me fishing and had a bawdy sense of humor that hit a boy’s sensibilities without going over the line.
Our most eventful outing involved an angling trip to a secret Illinois pond where big bass were just waiting to be caught.
I caught a bass that was big enough to earn me the title of “fisherman of the week” which included my picture in the newspaper.
That was quite a high for my 12 year old self.
Last week I met a New York City uncle who can also get you high, though in a much different way.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.