The Rocks of Ages
“When a man dies, he deserves a send off,” Uncle Jim declared over the phone.
Of course he does. I knew that. What I couldn’t figure out was why it had to involve marching out into the weeds, shooting everything larger than a tick, and getting dead drunk.
But grandpa did that in honor of every male relation he’d ever even heard of, much less met, and we couldn’t possibly break the tradition.