Uncle Earl was a Captain…Uncle Earl was a character. My earliest memories of him are a mish-mash of sights, sounds, sensations, and smells that are probably the most vivid I have from childhood. When I close my eyes, I can still hear grandma’s porch door slam shut behind him, the refrigerator door creak open, and I can see the blue pitcher full of that magical substance I grew to love called sweet, iced tea go straight from her pitcher to his throat in one fell swoop. Soon the glass cookie jar would ring as he set the lid back on it and that is when the fun started. Uncle Earl was home.

Robby was one of a few, but Robby was one in a million. I believe that Robby found in the words of Rilke, a German Poet, that “the only journey is within” and I believe he would agree with Rilke’s admonition to us all: “You are not too old and it is not tool late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out it’s own secret”.

When you first meet Auntie Carol, you will get the most unique feeling of being comfortable and at home with her, almost like you’ve known her for a dozen years already AND you’ll also know that you are being carefully observed as she gets to know you.