Arthur Clevenger

Art was my uncle. My dad was his oldest brother. He was 10 years older than me. My childhood was filled with memories of spending time with Uncle Art; going camping, spending time at his trailer with his parrot, shooting skeet, and best of all for any teenage boy - riding in his Vet. I still have a box he used to keep stuff in while he was in the Seebee's. Name and service dates scratched in the lid.
One time I gave my airline ticket to Linda and Christie so they could fly up from Florida with Margie and Eric, and I drove up with Uncle Art.
We will miss him - he was one of a kind!