The summer was 2006 and we spend ever minute we could squeeze in at the river with our camper and boat in tow. The place was at the “Retarded (Retired) River Rats” pod on the Coosa River. Cliff’s eyes would sparkle with we drove up no matter how bad he felt He always made sure we had a good …no a great time. No one cooked fish better then Cliff. When he cooked you could bet that the friends and week-end campers were going to walk by and of course receive an invitation to join the meal. Many times Cliff would sit and drive the boat, with the radio turned up looking for a fishing holes, ropes to swing from or sand bars to wade. We looked much like the Beverly Hillbillies carrying our chairs out in water and sitting in the shade to keep cool. Hillbillies or not we made good memories and laughed hard.