Doc sounds like aman I would have enjoyed knowing.
My father's older brother, Clint, lives in Arlington, Texas, and every time I've been around him I have learned something. Although about as far from being a teetotaller as one can get (he has a beer frig on his patio with a full size keg in it and a tap protruding through the door - it gets a new keg about once a month), he has still, at near 80 years of age, that same attitude towards work, especially work with his hands.
Mugtoe, the next time a good looking woman says she has imaginings about my voice don't confuse her with reality. Imagination is always highly preferable to reality. Especially when they say "its nice"---that is your clue to leave well enough alone.
As Doc's younger son I would like to ask a few questions, and talk a little.
I appreciate the nice things you said about Doc, because he was my Dad, but I was always under the impression that Carlo was a Border Collie, because of the fondness that he always showed for that particular breed.
I could relate a strange story the Doc told me about Corlo, but some people may take offense at it.
Welcome aboard, David. You needn't worry about offending people in this joint - most everyone here is long past any hint of thin skin. As I said when Oxsan posted that reminiscence, your Dad sounds like a man I'd have like to have known. Please do tell your story.