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PLAINS TWP. &mdash; To say I am not good at directions is an understatement.
				The fact is, I have difficulty finding my way home sometimes.
				Case in point.
				My Uncle Chester Bodzio, my mother&rsquo;s brother, was blind. Despite this, Uncle Chet was an amazing guy who overcame his disability to do things most sighted people would have difficulty doing.
				Uncle Chet was a really good bowler. He also was very well-read, having many books sent to him in braille. He also listened to talk radio back when talk radio was informative and with little bias.
				Uncle Chet also operated a news stand in several locations &mdash; the former Blue Cross building on South Franklin Street, and the U.S. Post Office on South Main Street. Her also operated a peanut store in the Gateway Shopping Center.
				Uncle Chet used to amaze people, including me, by taking a $5 bill, or a $10 bill or a $20 bill and accurately dispensing the exact change to the customer, who never told Uncle Chet what denomination he or she gave Uncle Chet. I saw this many times and Uncle Chet never got it wrong. He also never told me how he did it.
				Anyway, back to the directions issue. My mother&rsquo;s side of the family was having a reunion at my cousin&rsquo;s summer home in Lake Nuangola on a Sunday afternoon. Uncle Chet called me and asked if he could ride with me to the event.
				Now, let me also tell you I would have done anything for my Uncle Chet. He lived with us for many years and I leaned much from him. Uncle Chet was more than smart &mdash; he was wise.
				He was also an avid Phillies fan and he loved to call WARM&rsquo;s Ron Allen on the Sportsline and debate Ron. Uncle Chet usually won because Uncle Chet did his homework.
				So here we were on our way to Lake Nuangola for our family reunion. And I was bringing the guest who everybody was anxious to see &mdash; Uncle Chet. Everybody loved Uncle Chet because he was smart, funny and knowledgeable about all things family. If anybody had a question about the Bodzio/Kraszewski family, Uncle Chet was the authority.
				So we were driving someplace in Mountain Top and I kept looking for turns that my cousin had provided, but I was having zero luck. Uncle Chet, I could tell, sensed something wasn&rsquo;t right. It took him a while, but he finally asked me, &ldquo;Do you know where you are going?&rdquo; I confessed that, indeed, I was lost.
				Uncle Chet then asked me to describe to him where we were by using landmarks, businesses, street names. I offered a few and he told me to stop and turn around. Really? Yes, really, Uncle Chet said.
				And then, over the course of about 15 minutes, Uncle Chet would tell me what to look for and where to turn. We arrived at our destination a tad late, but nobody really noticed. Everyone was thrilled to see Uncle Chet.
				But I had to live with the fact that because I was so lousy at following directions, my blind Uncle Chet had to get me un-lost and to our family reunion.
				So every evening when I go for my rides, I sometimes find myself in places unfamiliar.
				And I wish my blind Uncle Chet was there to get me home.

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