A history unfolding beyond their own is only ever the stuff of entertainment or curious, otherworldly (and Uncle J spends often enough considering the passing police cars and fire engines as part of a “toytown” merely there to augment …. for a carefully appointed two hours.) We care about his plight because, as depressing as his long-passed life might seem, we find him funny. He is odd and beleaguered. He works strange hours and drinks his way through his shift (as … …
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