Tony

Today my Uncle Tony would have been 75 years old. He died a few months ago, very suddenly.

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I have some fond memories of him (especially that time he let me try Sambuca with flaming coffee beans because I'd seen it in a magazine ad. I was 14!) (or how he and his partner would let me rifle through their "sample closet" picking out anything I wanted. They worked for Lancome and Guerlain, so at 11 I had makeup that was probably worth a couple of hundred dollars. Also, at 11 I had makeup, which I now find kind of weird, especially since this morning I thought, "Should I put on some makeup?" and then I thought, "Meh."), but mostly he was a loving brother, father, and son.