Well, that was my Matt. He really was Uncle Buck.
Watch the movie. You'll see what I mean.
He would have made a ginormous pancake that could only have been flipped by a snow shovel just to make someone a special birthday cake.
He would protect those he loved from anything that would harm them.
And he would always try to make you smile.
Oh, he was so easy to love.
Now every time I see that movie, it will be Matt under that fedora, with the drill.
(Sorry, Mr. Candy)
Oh! Minus the cigar.