Three Deaths in a Month

Well, I found out Uncle Cleo died a week ago and was buried. (Mom's phone had been out, so no one could call.) I went to see him this last summer. He was 102 and was the one person on earth who set me on the course of my life to make the world a better place than I found it.

He had invented a valve that allows propane and butane to be carried on the same truck in his early days. This invention put him in high standing, allowing him to set up an entire plant in Canada to build it for the company where he worked. He had 67 patents, advised President Truman, House Speaker Jim Wright and other top officials of the U. S. in his day. He only had a 5th grade education; wonder what he could have done on a college degree in Engineering?

Uncle Raymond took me to catch my first fish. He died at 91.

And Marc's funeral is tonight (age 44). He was my welding buddy.