Jerry

By kCY

He loved baseball and worked as an usher at our local team’s stadium.

He let me sit in the club section and somehow always persuaded me to buy garlic fries

so he could steal a few.

Everyone knew him as the friendly, outgoing usher Jerry.

To me, he was just my uncle

who loved me and took care of me like a daughter.

He died last year.

Garlic fries don’t taste the same anymore.