I don't remember ever meeting my Uncle Peacock. Apparently I did, but it was when I was so young that I really don't remember anything about him. But I have heard enough stories about him that I feel I know him very well. Uncle Peacock died several years ago, though all I know about his death was that it was the result of a long Saturday evening in town with a 20-pound watermelon and a chicken. It seems that somehow he ended up falling off the levee down by the river. I don't know how it all fits together, but I'm sure it makes one heck of a story.

However, I do know about the one time my Uncle Peacock fell in love. As the story goes, one summer evening he met a woman at the Rod and Gun. She was a woman from the city who wasn't too impressed with some questionable looking character who li…