IN MEMORIAM
We lost a friend in April. A man of the River called Clay McIntosh, a Canadian, who lived and worked on the River, was killed in a freak boating accident on April 22. Details of the crash are not important. What is important is that you understand and realize how fragile life is. Clay had a wonderful family, the smarts to do whatever he put his mind to and, most of all, he loved life. All of that was taken away in the darkness of that cold, drizzly night. Millisa said that she is mad at the River. So am I, I guess. How could a place of such happiness be so mean.

Within a week of Clay’s death, his daughter, Nicole, had a baby boy that was promptly named Clayton River McIntosh. Clay’s grandson will grow up without ever meeting his grandfather but he will never not know who he was. He was larger than life and had countless friends who cared and respected him greatly. Those will be the ones that will pass Clay’s legacy on to little Clayton. The stories, the memories. He will be missed and talked about forever and will always be “A Man of the River”.