As I said on Facebook, when Linda announced Warren's death, he was a favorite uncle of whom I have long memories -- the earliest being when he and Jessie were married and there was a "chivaree" (is that how you spell it?) for them at the house in Manheim. Then there was the World War II connection, when Jessie lived with us while Warren was fighting in Europe. And, of course, many happy visits to them in Arthurdale. I remember we were helping him install a screen door on a very hot day and I was hinting for a beer, when my Dad quietly told me Warren was a teetotaler. I remember Warren's hearty laugh and his kindness. He had a remarkable life -- and I think he enjoyed (almost) every minute of it.