I can’t hear John Conlee singing Rose Colored Glasses that I don’t think of my Uncle Frank. Â That song carries me back to the early 80’s when CMT was new. Â I sat on the sectional in his living room – listening to John sing as my family sat at the dinner table. Â I can see my uncle sitting there. He was loud and somewhat irreverent and oh so funny. Â He wore British Sterling and smelled like a million bucks.
He loved listening to Floyd Cramer and on Christmas Eve – after dinner had been served – he’d pop in a CD. Â Some of us would find a comfy spot and talk; others danced. Â It was wonderful.
I miss him.
My father misses him. Â Somehow, that makes the missing a little worse.
And during this Christmas Season, we will recall the the epic Christmas Eve Roman Candle Fight between my dad and uncle. Â We’ll laugh and joke around and we’ll listen to old songs and remember.