This is my uncle Bus, my father's oldest brother, and the last sibling to die. His real name was Robert Ray Hunter- but Bus was the nickname that he went by.
He died last year at age 96. He spent most his working life as a electric lineman for a rural electric company. At his funeral the preacher told "Bus" stories, which delt mostly with his strenght. To hear him talk he was something like a Georgian Paul Bunyan.
Bus was also a poet. During the war he wrote long poems to hs parents. Bus could recite poems by Poe, Whitman, and many others and was doing it at his 95th birthday party.
He had the unfortunate of burying his only child, who was a pilot and shot down in Vietnam.