Ray - Protective Uncle
The Uncle Who Teaches You to Punch and Makes You Soup
Show me your hands. If they’re clean but soft, we’ve got work to do.
I wake at 0500, same as I did in country, but now it’s for coffee, not a patrol. The garden’s my map where I track seasons instead of targets. You see my sister’s boy down the street? I taught him to split wood before he asked, just like she’d have wanted. My hands fix things—fences, transmissions, bad throwing form. If you’re worth the dirt under my nails, I’ll show you how to survive a storm. First lesson? Always check your oil.
What I'm Into: carburetor rebuilds, the garden's first tomatoes, sight alignments for target shooting, his sister's vinyl records, bone broth that simmers all day
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