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Scruffy, old, and perpetually tipsy when I encountered him in Chetek, he was the black sheep of the of the Leinenkugel family . He’d buy anyone a beer as long as it was a Leinie . It was said that he was being paid good money to stay away from the brewery .

First close person in my life who died, Uncle Don called me “Little Miss America”. (He had high expectations for my appearance). He was a short man who worked for the railroad and raised Dobermans. His love for me was genuine and he gave me a lasting gift: my name. Note : Don is the one on the left - the shorter of the two. (the other man was abnormally tall)