Uncle Wodie worked in a print shop when he was younger. He had a crooked finger that my sister and I used to think was really cool. :)

He was also in the army, in Brazil, in WWII. He used to tell us a story about how he accidentally ate some fire ants that had crawled into a bag of peanuts he was munching from. We thought that was cool too!

He was a wonderful guy, and I wish that he had lived long enough to meet Bobby and my sister's soon-to-be wife Kirsty!