Remember when you mixed up the names when you toasted Millie and me at our wedding...you weren't nervous were you? ....Remember the cigars the pipes....remember the Obie family in Wildwood...remember the Rube Goldberg Barbecue device in the backyard of 21st street......remember how I talked you into buying the Atari..great decision....remember the the look see drive up to Litchfield Connecticut for furniture... and can't help forget the attached UHAUL carting it back...memory of when we were the Brooklyn Hillbillies that git Irrma's goat....and most of all remember all of the celebration dinners. Yes, memories are what we are made of and left with. GOD rest your soul. Your Brother-in Law