84/365: Mr. McCracken

He was a rockhounder, one of many grandparently elderly people I knew growing up. He was the chair of the 'sunshine committee' in the rock and gem club, and had the special task of checking up on all members and making sure that cards were sent to everyone who suffered from any sort of illness or death. It kept him busy because the majority of the members were over 70. He was tall and lanky, and would shuffle around field trip sites with a hammer and chisel. He carried a small box of stones he had cut in his pocket and was always quick to produce it and show you his work.