Chuck and I met met in high school when we were both members of the Kemper Club at Grace Episcopal Church and became fast friends. One summer we worked at Camp Webb. Many times he and Scott Webster embarrassed me. (No details. They were “pranksters”.) After church, every once in a while, he and Scott would show up at our door and ask, “what’s for dinner?” Once, Mom shared with me that the boys would show up and go to the refrigerator and asked, “ what’s there to eat?” She loved it because her daughters never said that. The other thing she shared was the fact that he would get bored and call the house and ask for Nancy. When she informed him that I wasn’t there, he would ask for Sue: if she was gone, he’d ask for Ruth; If she were also gone, he’d ask Mom what she was doing. The best memory was, when decades later, during the Christmas season, he called me and asked what we were doing, so I invited him and his family to join us for our family gathering, and that was the beginning of a new memory that included Karen and lunches with my sisters and us when they were in Wisconsin. Wonderful times….