The newspaper was laying on the kitchen island so when I picked it, I flipped it over and glanced over the list of obituaries. I saw a last name I recognized and wondered if he might be kin to a man I once knew of. I hadn’t heard the name in years. It is a surname known primarily in the Appalachians. He was, according to the obituary, the man’s brother. A man who had died years ago. A man who is remembered by me primarily for how dirt poor was he and his family.