BILL GRAY with CLASSIC AUNT HAZEL

4th of July at the Catteaus was always a fun day. Food, family, pinochle, swimming pool and an electric piano solo or two in the garage. Something for everyone. But the memory that always makes me smile: sitting at one of the card tables in the driveway, playing pinochle with dad and the uncles, it's fairly late in the day, the sun is going down - it was a beautiful end to a wonderful get together. That's when Aunt Hazel came marching through the garage and down the driveway farting with every step she took. "Oops, I have the poopies" was her only comment as she made her way to the lawn in an effort to spread her joy to one and all. I still use that phrase today to explain an unusual aroma, now and then.