And there, through the window, I could see a shock of wavy black and white hair that I recognized: my uncle T.
Except he lives in Austin!
We were the lucky and surprised recipients of an unannounced visit on Sunday afternoon. Uncle had been researching family genealogy in nearby MA (Yep, Yankees in the family! Gasp.) and the library he was supposed to visit was closed. So . . . he drove to see us!
The kids were nonplussed, as if random relatives always show up on our doorstep, but also a bit confused, "Was he your uncle when you were little?" They hadn't remembered his previous visit or meeting him at Aunt Banana and Uncle Soccer's wedding. So they played Legos while we talked, later going with us for our favorite deli lunch.
And then he was off again.
Strange and unexpected but a nice treat on a quiet day.
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