Wednesday, August 7, 2013
When we were small my brother and I would sit on the counter in the butcher shop. Uncle Richie would give Rob the end of a bologna roll and me the end of the liverwurst. Later we'd go up to the apartment and have raw chopmeat on pumpernickel with onions and pepper. There are so many sweet simple memories like that. Too many to count. I will miss him very very much. My sympathies and love, Debra Rowzee
