Cool Aunt

One of the things I look back to when i think about Wendy was what a cool aunt she is and always has been. She is not cut of the same cloth as the rest of the "old fart" elder generation which was befitting since she did marry our cool uncle too. Even as a kid, she knew how to throw a bash that all ages could appreciate and I see that now with my kids at the recent Thanksgivings. Years ago, when I was in early high-school or late middle school, we went to the old Teesdale residence one Thanksgiving, though it could have been any typical, family, knish-filled holiday with all the Segall meshugenah afoot back when Bubby was still alive and well.  I remember Scott and I taking solace in a quiet corner somewhere and we were having a discussion about pot, not sure what the specifics were but regardless Wendy over heard this too. Scott and I sheepishly looked up, having the feeling of being caught in a fairly frank conversation of our illicit teenage cannibis-tinged endeavors. Without missing a beat and fairly nonchalantly said (and I paraphrase here) "Oh you guys want some?" Scott and I exchanged surprised yet relieved glances and seriously pondered the offer. I mean what could be better than getting high at a family event with a favorite aunt. The answer was no, and not because the offer wasn't tempting but really, aside from the "getting high with a favorite aunt" part, the notion of being stoned at the appetizer phase around that much Segall-ness sounded like a recipe for disaster. I'll always appreciate the offer though and it was one of many things that cemented my fondness for my Aunt Wendy.

Cheers,

Gregg