A tribute from Clinton's nephew, Jeff:

Growing in up in Walters Falls was like being in paradise. All the talk these days is of inclusiveness and equality. Few places actually live up to those values like the falls did in the 80’s. I remember spending a lot of time riding my bike in the village and Clinton and his brother Bob, my uncles, were usually not far behind me. They liked to keep an eye on me. Often I would get a ‘stay off the road Jeffy’ from Clinton when he saw I was riding too close to the road for his comfort. Whenever he would first see me in the day, Clinton would say ‘hey Jeffy old buddy old pal’. He had this thing for hearing something he liked the sound of and repeating it. He would catch a snippet of a TV show and the turn of phrase would be permanently burned into his repertoire. We always knew we were getting too loud and should tone it down when he would say, ‘Ah, for Pete sake’… I remember, as a kid, pouring over Clinton’s shelves of bowling trophies and thinking he must be the Gretzky of local bowling lore, there were too many trophies to count. Having Clinton and Bob with me was like having kids the same age in the crew but they had special powers, adult strength. Eventually I grew up, but Clinton and Bob sort of stayed the same age. I often say Clinton was like an eight or nine year-old, he couldn’t read but definitely had the gift of gab. He wasn’t great with numbers but always wore a watch and could tell time. Clinton was a man on the move, as soon as he got somewhere, he’d be asking what the next move was. We would always have to tell him to relax and enjoy the moment. He liked to be at home. He enjoyed the peace and quiet.