Those of you that read this regular series know that I am from Hackett, Arkansas, just a mile of so from the Oklahoma border, and just about 10 miles south of the Arkansas River. It was a redneck sort of place, and just zoom onto my previous posts to understand a bit about it.
I never write about living people except with their express permission, but since he is long gone, he is fair game. He was not really an uncle, but I shall explain that later. I knew him pretty well, and also his son, Tim, who as far as I know still is living. He is sort of a nefarious character, so no mention other than this about him.