Sunday, June 18, 2006

82 of 210 : Russell

He was technically a great uncle, but I only knew him as Poor Little Russell. Every time we’d visit my (great-) Grandma Hoyle, at some point I’d be ushered into a bedroom to find a frail, profoundly disabled creature with twisted limbs. Was that exercise for him, or for us?


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