Okay, he started out as my Uncle Jr. or C.M. Foley as he was known formally. But I got the proportions and the likeness all wrong, so I gave him some overalls and boots and renamed him Sim, which sounds a little like the way a Tenn accent pronounces C.M. which is what some of his friends called him. My Uncle was a paraplegic and my plan was to make a brass wheel chair and a rod and reel and have him in the foreground of some cool diorama I was planning around my pond, with my grandfather and my cousin Eddy and me all fishing like we used to at Nachez Trace State park. It was going to be a little force perspective with my 1:20.32 scale trains running in the background. My wife put the kibosh on that one. Not so much that she didn’t like the idea, but she thinks fixing the house up should take precedent over having fun. She can be a real buzz kill sometimes 