Today, I am thankful for my Uncle, a generous and spirited soul who loved good food, wine and his family. While his 90+ years were a good long run, he will be missed, that is for sure. Thoughts of my cousins, and him, flood my mind this day as I reflect on his legacy. The French berets, the hand carved chests, trinkets from travels, will be part of his tangible legacy. His loving reminder that we could always move to the beautiful West Coast (in spite of the risk it would sink into the sea) and his references to the ubiquitous, Herman, (a coping device so as to not worry about remembering names) will help us to remember his spirit.