Thu 1/28/2021 10:55 AM
Beth,
It is Clyde Raymond Skillin, Jr., my mom’s brother. He is also the subject of a poem written by his father that I shared a few days ago.
I once or twice claimed that I knew a hitman in the New York Mob. He wasn’t that person. Honestly, he wasn’t.
John, IV
[My sense of humor was a little off this week. Uncle Clyde was one of my favorite relatives. He introduced me to my wife, Pam. He was largely responsible for my getting a job at Tri-State University, where all three of us recruited engineering students.]