I don’t know if this happens to anyone else, but I saw a car that brought back some memories of my late Uncle Bob.

I saw this Ford Bronco while sitting at a red light and instantly I thought of Bob, who drove something very similar. In fact, every time I see any Ford Bronco of any color, I automatically think of him.

He was a great uncle. Sure, he was flawed and he had his demons, but I was blessed to have him in my life. I can trace my love for music of all kinds to him and to my other Uncle Monty.

I sometimes wish I could let them know that I miss both of them. I wish I could let them know who I’ve become. I don’t think I appreciated either of them nearly enough while they were alive, and now I have that regret after they’re both gone.

I suppose I could try to be a better uncle myself. Maybe my nephews and niece will one day remember me with the same fondness that I remember my own uncles. Hopefully.

I also was listening to some vintage Grateful Dead in the car today. I’m sure Uncle Bob would have loved that. Thanks, Bob and Monty, for a great legacy to pass on.