Uncle Bill William Fowler, who I called Uncle Bill, passed away on May 27, 2016, not long after his 89th birthday. In his last few years, He lived in a casita with his wife. The casita sat on a hilltop and was located on his daughter's avocado farm. Every morning, he would get up, kiss his wife and go outside to sit on his back porch. He would greet the sunrise with a rendition of, "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning". Every morning. Uncle Bill wasn't really my uncle. He was married for 58 years to a wonderful woman named Mary Anne. No, not the Mary Anne of Gilligan's Island fame. Morons. Uncle Bill and Mary Anne may have been the most in-love couple I ever met. They always spoke lovingly of each other. Mary Anne is the cousin of my step-mother. It was never really clear to me how people were related to each other in the Padilla clan, or even what their names were, because everyone had at least o...
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