I have so many memories, at first I couldn't imagine sharing just one... then the perfect one came to mind. When Larry first moved to Florida, he stayed with us while Leigh took care of things in RI. One weekend, we decided to pile in the yellow van (aka "The Short Bus") and head over to Naples to see Grandma Judy. On the trip over, there were literally hundreds of alligators just basking in the sun on the banks of the canals on the side of the highway. We ate candy, got a wicked sugar rush (ok, that might have been just me :) and attempted to count the gators along the way. Every time we saw another one, one of us would say, "Gator." That was the best trip - we took the boat out into the Gulf, my friend, John, got pooped on by birds - twice - and Larry kept laughing and reminding him it was supposed to be good luck! We saw dolphins swimming all around us. And the word "gator" took on a whole new life for us! LOL Larry will be so incredibly missed... and yet, I just keep thinking about the reception he got once he got up there from Grandma Judy, Snickers and Mr. Kitty. RIP Old friend, until we meet again...