Another venerable old Pelican, Val Woodworth, flew West the other day.

Val was a special person to all who knew him and special to me.

He was one of the Touchet Valley’s numerous father-son pairings, a characteristic I’ve been observing for some sixty years of being around here. Sit and think a bit, and you’ll soon think of a long list of men who followed in their father’s footsteps. De...