It came as quite a shock. The day that Joe's dad announced he would be running for Congress, we got a phone call. We were awaiting a call to hear how the party had gone, but the news we got was not expected. Joe's uncle, his dad's only brother, had unexpectedly passed away from a heart attack when he was down in Argentina. The famous Uncle Larry--the amazing cook, the collegiate pole vaulting coach, the hunter, the story teller, the genealogist, the Alaskan lodge-owner, the fisherman...the man who got in a growling match with a bear... the list could go on and on. He wasn't married and didn't have any children, so he treated his nieces and nephews like they were his own. I had the chance to witness first hand his kindess, generosity, and adventurous spirit many times, but my most memorable time spent with Larry was when we went up to Alaska to his lodge and went halibut fishing. That was his territory and he felt just as comfortable up there with the moose and bears as he did with his parents. We will miss you, Uncle Larry!