CHECK YOUR MIRRORS

Every family has its own “Uncle Clifton.” Ours was the last of the greatest generation, the final thread to our mother’s memory and to the Fisher County years. The storyteller and the sage. The sailor who flexed his tattoos (from Japan during WWII and Korea) to the delight of his little nieces and nephews. The barefoot, overalled boy who grew up without electricity and lived long enough to hold…