Uncle Don and my 401K

Uncle John was talking to a woman with a long-lensed Nikon at the cemetery guard shack. As Lilith and I exited the cemetery, I said pointedly, "My 401K is NOT great again!" "Oh, just wait," he said. "It's a disaster," I responded, making an odd improvisational salute. Uncle got the final words. "Uncle Donny, I LOVE him!"