My uncle Robert Ray "Bus" Hunter (1906-2005). Bus could remember things in infinite details, quote poetry and lyrics without pausing searching his memory glands. I remember what he was saying when I took this picture of him at his arrival of his 98th birthday party. He told me to lose some weight. He was also a Dutch Uncle, so to speak. I think the reason he would say things to set me straight was his only son, Jerry, one month older than me, was a Citadel Graduate, pilot, and was lost his life being shot down in Vietnam. I think whenever he saw me he thought of Jerry.
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