Uncle Woody

Uncle Woody, who was never anyone’s Uncle in our family, was married to our next door neighbor for a few years.

He’s a great guy, and we all loved him. One or more of the boys would go with him on summer vacations with their family, and he was always a source of great material.

Woody lived on his boat sometimes, docked in Annapolis, MD. He would work in town for part of the year, and work on the boat in the off hours.

A guy was docked next to him for a while in the mid 70’s, and the guy and his wife were nice folks who seemed traveling around. They were British, and Woody would chat with them from time to time and even have a beer with them.

The guy would often invite Woody to have dinner with them, but it was never quite convenient.

The couple finally left after a while, and the event would have been lost in time, except someone asked Woody if he knew his next door neighbor (at the dock).

Woody said he knew them but had no real idea who they were.

It seems he kept turning down dinner invitations from Graham Kerr, the Galloping Gourmet!