|James Skaggs, 1922-2016|
Uncle James died this morning, days short of his 95th birthday. His posture was better when I saw him a few months ago than mine will ever be. His good nature and kindness and decency set a standard.
He was my father's mother's brother. He had spent his career working in mining in eastern Kentucky and western West Virginia. He was one of a kind.
RIP, Uncle James.