I've not been well acquainted with many of Cliff's relatives, other than his immediate family. Except for Uncle George, who put me on a pedestal so high, you wouldn't believe it. And he's been gone for many years.
Then came the Internet. Cliff's brother's wife, Faye, sent me a forwarded e-mail a few years back, pointing out that Cliff's cousin, Edna, was listed there as one of the senders.
I never knew Edna well. But I knew and loved her mom, Cliff's Aunt Margaret. And I fondly recalled her brother, Junior, who played guitar and sang as well as anybody in Nashville. And still does, I believe.
So I e-mailed her, way back then.
She replied, and we started a steady correspondence.
A bond was formed. I hope to see her tomorrow, if the weather doesn't get too bad.
Isn't the Internet wonderful?
(by the way, this has nothing to do with my secret)