One time Uncle Leonard drove me to Virginia when I was about 10 I think. I remember all the music we listened to on the radio on the way down. Back in them days if you were out in the country driving you had a hard time picking up stations. It was a good trip. My mother Geneva loved him so much. And my dad George LOVED to play music with him. I treasure the memories of being dragged all over the place on the weekends when they played music. Many times in our basement. I got to see that beautiful view Leonard has in front of his house. Mom did too. My heart is with all of you as your suffer this loss. The music goes on in Terry and Kenny. God bless you all.