21 March, 2006  Life Sucks. a/k/a My Uncle -- Part II  I just
got home about a 1/2 hour ago. My Uncle Keith, from
Williamstown, MA, is a real piece of work.  He left a voicemail
for me last night. Here's a transcription (I've previously
worked both as a word processing operator and transcriptionist):
How's my favorite nephew? Your father said you that he was
bringing you right back after you uh got finished visiting with
grandpa in the hospital. I said OK. Uh, I'd like to find out
what you did about trying to get grandpa's car fixed, what
arrangements you made, if any. Um, you're welcomed here. It's
just not going to be for the long-term, that's all. So come on
home. I'll talk to you when you get here. Or call me if you
don't want to do it in person. Alright? Bye. My phone battery
was pretty much shot by this afternoon, so I was only turning my
phone on to check for voicemail. At 9:55 this evening, I
received the following message from him: Hello there, Peter [].
This is your Uncle Keith. Um, I need to hear f