Uncle Johnny was the sweetest man. He always had a big smile on his face, and was sure to chuckle about something, no matter what the topic. You always felt better when you were around him. I have two stories that come to mind when I think of my uncle Johnny. When I was 10 or 11, I was playing spotlight with my many cousins, while the adults were chatting on the porch after dinner. A group of us kids swore we saw a bear running across the lawn (probably a shadow, but you know how dramatic kids are), so we went running and screaming to tell our parents. Basically, they all looked at us like we were crazy, except for Uncle Johnny. He listened to our story carefully, then stood up and said, "Wait here while I go get my gun and check this out," and he did. He was our hero that night! My other favorite story is the time he traveled with my dad and I to see Turner's watercolors at the Yale Museum of British Art. At the time, Uncle Johnny and I were both into painting, so we went to the Prints and Drawing room to view Turner's work. After looking at a few of the watercolors, Uncle Johnny said to the girl who was helping us, with a completely straight face, "Do you have any of John Norton's works?" The look on her face was priceless, and Dad, Uncle Johnny and I preceded to burst out laughing. What a fun day....