Hey's, how's youse like to be called Elmo?
Uncle Earl didn't like it either—that's why we called him Earl. Of course, he was just a greasy hippie kid from New Jersey when he picked up
Aunt Ruby on the turnpike and they headed for San Francisco.
Youse knows, it was the time of love, peace, and non-violence. Uncle
Earl didn't believe in any of them, but he had a big Mosticcioli on for Ruby
All of a sudden Earl wasn’t around anymore and we asked Aunt
Ruby where Earl went. She said he went to a better place. Everyone thought she meant New Jersey.
I never believed it.