Today I shook hands with someone who shook hands with veterans of the Civil War. I know because he told me while he was shaking my hand, and pretty damn well for someone about 91. He said as a small boy in Mississippi he’d chat with some old vets around the corner store.
I met him at a fly fishing store, Orvis in downtown San Francisco. He was introduced to us as Clark, and that’s what his nametag said too, but we all seemed to call him Mr. Clark.
-“rain and wind- makes the fish come up”
“keep the wind behind ya, not in your face”
Crisp blue shirt not only with french cuffs but shiny silver fly reel cuff links. When have you seen someone in retail wear french cuffs?
Looked like the old grand dad on Old Grandad
“Oh and one last thing”, store manager warns, “don’t fish behind Clark.” He catches lots.