I so sorry I didn't get notice of Art passing. My mother had a fondness for Arthur. I can recalll at time when we we're at the old house after he and his dad and I believe other uncle or cousin had been fishing. They taught a number of those giant Chinese gourmet fish, commonly called carp. They had dug a hole in the ground, started a firecoalsperhaps rocks and laid those carp on that heat, covered and smoked until the meat fell off the bones. It was good. That went along with another story He repeated. The story described how they would walk the banks of the Chariton river and reach into holes in the bank to grab those big catfish. So many stories. A great story teller.