Paul Goldfinger, Editor, Blogfinger.net
There are times when I act silly. It probably is a genetic trait. Here is Uncle Ben Demby. His daughter Holly Demby Molnar (my silly cousin) sent it to us. The family grew up in Bayonne, and Uncle Ben (not the rice guy) was the youngest of nine.
One time he was in my hospital, Dover General, and all the nurses called him “Uncle Ben.”
He was known as a sharp dresser, a smooth dancer, and a ladies’ man.
During WWII he won a bronze star for valor in the Pacific. But here we see the other side.
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