Growing up, Alan was about as terrific of an uncle as any kid could wish for. He was always fun to be around, and many times we just thought of him as being a really big kid. He always had jokes for you to make you laugh. Going to his house as a child was always a blast. Always ahead of the times, before Nintendo even existed, he had Intellivision - all the great video games back in the early 80s, and a big screen TV to go with it (and it was big) - what an awesome place for his nephews and nieces to hang out, especially for a video game addict like I was as a child. Plus, he had all the cool movies to plug into the VCR. And, again, Alan was always cutting edge. I remember him taking me out to fly his drone (back then it was called a remote controlled airplane), twenty years before anyone knew what a drone was in today's sense. And this was not some small toy, this was definitely a drone (but without the camera).
I have countless memories of my uncle from my childhood, and I have been thinking through them this past week. Of course, all of my cousins remember a family trip to the Boardwalk, and constantly running to him for quarters so we could win tickets and a big prize playing skeeball. He was the coach of my first teeball baseball team, and he made me the pitcher - which is extremely low pressure in teeball. Sometimes, Alan and Detty were back-up parents for us when we were young. I remember my parents went away on a trip, and they came to watch me and my brother for about a week. I was probably about six, and just moved to my own room. But I wasn't exactly committed to that notion, so once I thought everyone was asleep, I decided to stealthily crawl across the hallway to my brother's room. When I was there and thought I had made it, there came Alan smiling and telling me that "he wasn't born yesterday" and knew what I was doing the whole time.
Alan was always a positive and supportive uncle for me both as a child and as an adult. He always seemed to see the upside or humor that he could share with you whenever you had a problem or situation to handle. Alan was always a big dreamer, always aiming high. But not just for himself, as he always encouraged the same in me.
As an adult, the older I got, I saw Alan less frequently than either of us would have liked, and we spoke about that sometimes. He always said that just meant we were busy living life, pursuing dreams, and didn't mean we weren't in each other’s thoughts. Reflecting back, Alan played a big part of my childhood, bigger than I would have realized if you asked me a few weeks ago. His outlook on how to take on life was contagious. Have fun, don't take things too seriously, aim high, enjoy each day, and whatever happens....happens. Alan will always be a part of who I am, and for that I am extremely grateful.
Love ya, your nephew, Michael