Hey, several people know me as Uncle Cliff, so I feel obligated to say a prayer for your Uncle Cliff. He sounds like a hell of a good guy. :thmbsp:
I was too busy being the black sheep of the family to get to know him personally outside of a few fishing trips.
He used to meet his buddies at Thompson Speedway in CT to drink beers & watch the cars go roundy-round.
When I was a teen he set a lit M-80 behind my ass when I was sitting on the picnic table at his house "under the weather"

He was a giant hulk of an elevator-union repairman and had a tremendous laugh.
Especially that picnic table day or when he tossed one down a big sand shark's mouth and made a mess of his boat
He was an all around hot-schitt but I didn't realize that until he was gone and I was grown.
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