C. Alan Scott
My Uncle Keith was a man with a terrific sense of humor. Always a pleasure to be around. Loved jokes; hearing and telling. He loved to eat but seemed to never gain a pound. I remember he ate with such gusto; a sweat would break out on his brow. “Linny” (my aunt Linda), he would say,” These are the best rolls ever (and they always were)!”
Some of my favorite memories are of him taking me fishing down at Orla with an ole cane pole. We dug worms around the farm for bait. We didn’t catch much, but we got to drink a pop at the Russ grocery store on the way home. I got to ride with him in the big rig on a Saturday when I was 9 years old. We took a load of corn to Chillicothe. Boy, I thought I was hot stuff sitting up looking down on the cars as we barreled along.
One time I was mowing their yard, and I ran over the gas hose with the lawnmower. Leaving it is shreds. I thought I was a dead man. Getting up the nerve to tell him about the accident was monumental. When I told him knowing wholeheartedly, he would be angry, all he said was. “I’ll dock your pay 25 cents…. if you do it again. Whew!
Uncle, I will miss you.
C. Alan Scott MD
Georgia
