Just got back from the iron range. My moms uncle died. He was one of the Greatest Generation. Fought in WWII, European tour, was an electrician by trade, practical joker by nature. He was a wonderfully nice man and didn't like it when people helped him. Wasn't much of a hunter other than to fill his freezer with a deer, and he lived across from a lake and did like his fishing. Hard or soft water, he was out. Even used the old trick of dripping anti-freeze from a can at night to keep the hole open for morning.
In true fashion, he had a flag in the coffin, and was a prideful man. Tip a glass and in general direction for uncle bill tonight will ya?
