Here's an old photo of my grandfather, Fletcher Potter. He was an orphan who fought in WWII when he was stationed in Italy. He was a great guy, friendly, and very kind to everyone. He built his own home in stages, and knew how to fix just about anything. His favorite phrase when enjoying a satisfying meal was "good stuff." He enjoyed singing old songs to his loved ones, most of which I'd never heard before. I miss him very much, and so does the rest of the family.