There are many things that I remember about Uncle Kenneth: his rumbling laugh and that lopsided grin when he told a funny story, the fact that he and I both disliked mayonnaise but for different reasons, the lively conversations he had with Grandpa Jardot,and the way he would flick his cigarette ash into the cuff of his work pants so he wouldn't get any on Grandma's clean floor- (I always wondered what Aunt Phyllis thought when she did the laundry.) What a grand full life he had...we'll all miss him.