Monday, September 24, 2007

My Uncle Warren sent me a box of Ashton cigars, when I founded a cigar club at college. He showed me how to to tie an ascot and got me my first smoking jacket as a present one Christmas. I learned the importance of freshly ground coffee and a comfortable robe and that days started best at 3pm. Being the oldest I never had an older brother, when I needed advice and wasn't ready to go to my parents, he was the person who I went to. He was the head of my legal team in the court of my mother. Parties were always best when he was around. No one could make my mom, aunt or grandmother laugh like my uncle could. He was the smartest guy I knew and I never knew how strong he was till he got sick. I miss his beard and his laugh.

His nephew,

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