Rarely did I encounter Uncle Jerry outside family gatherings. In fact, when he shuffled through the staff entrance that first day I found myself wondering where I’d seen this sallow, unshaven stranger before: Maybe smoking outside a bar on Center Street, maybe eyeing the adult movies at Video World, maybe on a bench in Depot Park with the bums counting their empties. Only then did it hit me, like a terrible wave of déjà vu: I was related to this guy.
From Glimmer Train Issue 94 / Fall 2015. Available for purchase here.