The thing. I will remember most about Uncle Al is that as a child, once a month on a Tuesday, my parents would take the whole tribe out to the Moose club for the member's dinner. I could always recognize Uncle Al's laugh through the loud din of small talk from the congregants present. Uncle Al would be holding a cigar, smiling and laughing like Santa without a suit. You know the kind of laugh that commands the rooms attention. With Uncle Lyle by his side, they would be having a good time just talking and joking until it was time to eat. I always looked forward to those dinners, the laughs, the cigars and the welcoming smile that always seemed to greet me whenever I would see Uncle Al.