Uncle Chuck was always such a kind person, for as long as I knew him. We did a lot of growing up at their house, right next to the railroad tracks. His hill/yard was the first time I ever skied. I have old 8mm movies of us all sledding there also, and a train going past in the background. I never have an oatmeal raisin cookie without thinking of him and Aunt Eleanor. It was always a huge treat to go to their house, real quality time. Charlie remembers going to buy stinky cheese bait from Uncle Chuck. No doubt most fishermen in the area did. What a guy he was, and we will always think of him with a smile and love. RIP sweet man.