Dad and Uncle Kenny

Uncle Kenny is one of my mom's brothers.

I have LOTS of memories with him. He's also one of those "life of the party" people. He has been generous and kind to my family all my life. We grew up "at the lake" because of him. We spent most of our summer days at "Kenny's Lake". We fished, learned to drive out there amongst the gopher hills, chopped and stacked firewood, pumped the well for water, caught fireflies, worked the beachline, watched fireworks, sang robust songs like "99 bottles..." while pontooning around the lake, danced around the fire pit to Cherokee Tribe, sunbathed and oh so much more. It was the perfect place to be in the summer!

Thanks Kenny!