My earliest memories of Uncle Hank were holidays in his basement while him & my dad played pool. They both talked me into trying this nasty looking stuff you put on a Ritz cracker called pickled herring. Hank said it tasted like candy. Oh what a surprise to me... however, my thoughts are of Hank everytime it goes in my shopping cart. That is one of many things that Hank has left an impression on me.
I am so glad that my son Kolin made a point for us to go see him when he was back here from school in Boston. Just a little more of Hank's wisdom to cherish, cause there was always room for more.