by Nick Olson insung yoon We pulled into Chuck and Mary’s with all my earthly possessions packed on, around, and behind me. Left an eight year relationship, put in notice at my job, and I was set to leave the state next day. Clean slate. Chuck wasn’t an uncle. Technically a second or third cousin through marriage, but the age difference made him feel like an uncle. He fought in Vietnam, and I was eleven years old when 9/11 happened. I wasn’t yet sober, so I drank with family,