hands on, newspapers from all over the country. Uncle Harris was quick to make friends in the village, he found a newspaper supplier right away. There were so many of them, too, these newspapers. At the end of a day his hands would be black with newsprint. Why, he might have to bathe all over again. Who would have ever guessed there were so many different newspapers in the world, Leroy thought, they cost a fortune, must have, there were so many. When Harris finished reading one, he threw it on the floor. Thatâs all for that newspaper, letâs see now, where was the
Post-Dispatch
, I thought it was right here under the
Commercial Appeal
. Leroyâs mama was always having to pick up after Harris. He kept the newspapers stacked beside his chair and read one after another. By the time he was finished with them they were all over the house. It looked like a blizzard.
Elsie said, âMaybe we should think about recycling.â
Harris said, âI just read an excellent article about recycling scams, where was that piece, the
Times
I think, letâs see, Iâve got it right here somewhere.â Eventually he found the article proving the folly of recycling and the subject was dropped.
Newspapers seemed a constant source of adventure. He loved to read aloud. He had a beautiful reading voice, it didnât matter what he was reading. He could make serious things sound funny or even funny things sound serious. Leroy would have gladly done nothing during the day but sit in his uncleâs presence, in his lap if he would let him, but of course his mama wouldnât hear of that. Indolence in others was not allowed. Harris was the only person on the property who was permitted to be a total bum. This seemed to Leroy simply to be the way of the world. Harris loved to read and he shared everything he read. He read to whoever happened to be in the room from whatever paper he happened to be making his way through. Ann Landers and the horoscope, of course, headlines, cartoons, Miss Manners, Heloise, the lives of others, in many forms, long articles on astronomy or anthropology, political pieces, op-ed pieces, book reviews, church bazaars, executions, plane crashes, disco artists, whatever caught his interest.
âIâd love to go on a dig,â heâd say. âOne of these days Iâm going on a dig.â
Leroy imagined going on a dig with him, or a safari, or deep-sea diving, or to the moon, whatever had caught UncleHarrisâs attention that day. Leroy noticed a look on his mamaâs face one day that told him she might like to run away with Harris, too, she might enjoy a dig on foreign soil.
Harris read the obituaries, at length. Watch out if you were in the room when Harris reached the obituaries. You were going to hear about some dead people if you were nearby, mark it down. The grown-ups knew to clear out. They had learned their lesson. The children usually got stuck with the tales of the dead. It didnât matter to Leroy, he loved every word. Even little Molly was not immune to the obituaries.
âListen to this, Molls,â Uncle Harris might say. âThis guy died and he was just, well letâs see, it says here he was thirty-four years old. Can you believe that? Thirty-four. Jeez. Same age as me. Whew. Makes you think, doesnât it? Letâs see, it says here, oh listen to this, Molls, it says here he was survived by his motherâwell, letâs see, hm, his daddy must be dead, heâs not mentioned, heart attack probably, men donât live as long as women, itâs a scientific fact, you take any scientist off the street and heâll back me up on thisâsurvived by his mother, well at least sheâs in good health, Iâm glad to hear sheâs doing okay, thatâs good, and oh listen to this, seven brothers. Seven brothers! Wow! Jeez Louise! Thatâs one shitload of brothers, wouldnât you say, Molls? What do you think about