I have many fond memories of Uncle Jerry throughout my childhood and adult life. As a child, I remember crouching in the back of his 280Z as we went to Sonic and got me a corn dog. I remember later going to his house and seeing his closet full of cases of soda because someone had a big sale, and his collection of Beanie babies when everyone was collecting them. When I was out of college and living by myself in DC, Uncle Jerry would always contact me to take me out to dinner when he was in town. I always felt bad because he always paid as I was a broke govt. employee at the time. Years later when I moved back to Dallas, I was able to see him more as he worked part time at the office. He loved to call me on his volunteer days at the Allen Police Dept. and tell me they had a warrant out for my arrest. He sometimes would call in to the office via intercom from his home office. I would be sitting at my desk working and I would hear this man's voice (Jerry's) talking to me out of the blue. I used to joke that I could hear "God" talking. And of course we can't forget his "bread run" Thursdays where he would show up at the office with all kinds of cakes, pies, and breads. I called them "Carb Thursdays." There are many more fond memories I have and will miss him a lot. My deepest condolences to Aunt Sharon and the rest of the family. Emily Jones