Two uncles, one on my dad’s side, one on my mom’s.
Uncle “Spizzy”, my dad’s big brother, was a newspaperman who encouraged me to write at a very early age—and that’s what I made my career.
Uncle Abe, my mom’s oldest brother by 20 years, treated me like the son he never had. Since he lived in the same town, unlike Spizzy, Abe was my second father.
Many decades after both uncles have passed, I still miss them both keenly.