Friday, October 03, 2008
Blues Eyes, Thirty-eight Colt and a Shotgun
Granddad Clifton
I was thinking of my Granddad Clifton on the drive in to work, or actually - no particular reason, I was thinking about his guns, which are most of my guns, most of which have recently passed into my son’s possession. “Blues Eyes, Thirty-eight Colt and a Shotgun,” pictures and memories are pretty much what I have left of my Granddad. Suffering from diabetes and related illnesses, he was sick a lot when I was growing up, and a lot of my memories of him are hospital visits. But he also loved hunting and fishing when he could, and those are the good memories.