Uncle Mort: For the Birds…

Personal experiences racked.
up across three-quarters of a century—including yips and yaps at lecterns spanning five decades—offer positive proof that many times, utter silence is preferable to spoken words. I was reminded of this age-old truth the other day when my Uncle Mort called. Upon his mention of a new-found interest in ornithology, the call—received in the morning hours of April 1--likely meant my 101-year-old relative was up to his old tricks--“spoofing it up” on April Fools’ Day.
 
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