I had an all time confrontation with Clayton. Political. Memorable series of interchanges. The restaurant where it occurred cautioned me that if I gave any sign of carrying on the way I did the night before, I would be asked to leave. Over time I've come to value vivid moments, events that stick with me, and the people who provoke them. As long as no one gets hurt. Stuff with Clayton stayed verbal. Provoking is a talent. Gadflies. I have been one at times. At least one friend frequently does that role. I liked Clayton. Who else would say the things he said. Unique. One of a kind. We all, of course, are one of a kind. Clayton more so. I know I will continue to find myself thinking of Clayton Berry. Thank you Clayton. Peace.
Where's that ratty Twister he was so proud of. The one he used, at times, with surprising skill.