Uncle Gil cooking pancakes down the shore (Didnt know Dads could cook!). Laughing and teasing with both him and my Dad in the Chinese restaurant. My first brand new blue bicycle came from Uncle Gil. His kisses from the side of his mouth (a mystery). His sparkly crinkly eyes and generosity and good humor, and shooting fireworks and raising cain. Miss you, Uncle Gil, in my heart and thoughts always. xxxxx joycie