At some point in his life Charles lost most of the fingers on one hand in a hunting accident. He only had a thumb and pinkie on that hand, and I no longer remember whether it was the left or right hand. What I DO remember was how he could pinch the fire out of you (and WOULD every chance he got) with that hand!
My cousin Charles was a wild one and had more than his share of trouble in his life, but nonetheless I always enjoyed seeing him drive up (even though I could expect a hard pinch or two). I was truly fond of him, and I miss him very much.
Once after he had died, someone read to me a piece of prose or maybe poetry that Charles had written. I no longer recall the piece, I just recall being stunned at how good it was! Clearly there was more to Charles than what met the eye.