Tuesday, July 28, 2020
RIP, Uncle Leo. Or as I pronounced it as a kid, Uncle Lerow. I have many great memories of my trips to Connecticut as a kid, including visits to Leo and Emmy’s house where he taught me to appreciate the simple joy of picking a warm tomato off of the vine, sprinkling it with salt and eating it “just like an apple”.
To this day, I think of him every time I eat a fresh tomato! Thanks for the memories, Uncle Lerow!
