LOL! See Wall Drug! Lots of other stuff there too...

No Uncle John, but I had Uncle George and Uncle Roger. George was a vice pres. in charge of overseas exploration and leases for Phillips Petroleum. He ate in the desert with the Bedouins (sheeps eyeballs) and in the Palace with the Shah. He brought back many wondrous things and stories. (Don't get all political on me about the Shah, OK?)

Uncle Roger was a fundamentalist Bible Banger of the first water. At family reunions he was never without his Bible, finger in 1st Corninthians. He was always asked to say the blessing....and he blessed every living thing and person by name. Interminable, espcially for a horde of starving children. Just let us at the fried chicken! My immediate family was more of a Bless this meat and let us eat bunch.

Roger reformed late in life, became a hell of a lot of fun. Became a zoo docent and discovered that he actually loved it. We're not sure he ever loved much of anything before that.