Call me a sap, but the note was as nice as the cigars. I showed the cigars and note to my kids and I got a "That's tight!" from one and a "That is so freakin' cool of him!" from the other. My wife said "That's so sweet. I thought all y'all did was talk about cigars and tell jokes."
Uncle Buck's funeral was yesterday up in Birmingham. Unfortunately, I was unable to make the trip, but everyone understood.
D'Artagnan and Missy (the two puppies) and T-Bone (the dad) are doing fine. D'art has actually learned to play fetch as long as whatever you throw makes noise and you don't throw it more than 15-20 feet.
Again, Bruce, thank you very much!