It wasn't a happy occasion that got them together. Junior's youngest son, who lived in this area, succumbed to cancer Thursday; today was the day of the funeral. So Junior and Edna spent the night here last night.Edna is not only Cliff's cousin, she's also my number one Internet buddy. In fact, I didn't really know her well until we exchanged email addresses; that's how we got acquainted, swapping jokes and websites and writing brief notes to one another.
Junior can play a mean guitar, and has spent many hours singing and playing with local bands, wherever he lived.
Any time I hear "The Year Clayton Delaney Died", I think of Junior. It was written about somebody just like him.
After attending the funeral, Cliff, Rena, and I went to vote. Then we ate lunch at the local Mexican place and Cliff went to work as always.
Indeed, a strange, bittersweet day.
