Sandman's Journal

Dad's back from Montana.

My uncle Chris Sand is back, too. He spends his winters in California. He's eighty-eight. I haven't visited him yet, but apparently he's not doing too well. Rumour has it that he has cancer. He's not telling anyone about it, though. His kids called and reported it.

Here's a picture of me and him from last year. He's a cowboy poet and L.A. Dodgers baseball fan. In high school he was a star basketball player. His hands are huge and thick.