My great grandfather took me under his wing when I was young. A hell of a man, veteran, county sheriff, blacksmith. Took me fishing, built whatever I wanted in his wood shop, gave me my first 22, and a long list of many things. We weren't even related by blood, but that didn't matter. When I was about 22, I went back to my hometown to hook up with my buddies for some BS, ended up visiting with him instead. A thunderstorm rolled through and we lost electricity. We sat in the dark for an hour or more, not talking a lot, but that didn't matter much. Never found my buddies that night. I'll always be glad I saw him that summer, He died soon after while I was gone to the Colorado mountains on my motorcycle, no cell phones then, I didn't find out for over a week. Thanks for jogging my memory, Rooster. God Bless
