Julius Carvel Bagwell

At Dad's the other day, we looked down and there it was. The plastic butt. The undeniable sign that Carvel was here!

Julius Carvel Bagwell, or JC as most everyone called him, my Uncle Carvel. What a guy. Legally blind but had no problem driving all over town if he wanted. He always carried a good supply of Tiparillo cigars in his shirt pocket. I am convinced if you dig in any spot of land at Dad's you will find a plastic butt.