Dear Aunt Dorothy, Sharon and Peter. I have fond memories of Uncle Dave, but one has always stood out, and to this day, when I drive past this spot on the road, I think of him. There is a stretch of road on the way to the cottage upon which three tiny and run down little structures once stood. It was on a curve, approaching West Lake. For some reason I was driving to the cottage with Uncle Dave, not sure who else was in the car, or why I was with him. I was maybe 9 or 10. As we neared these three little buildings, he said "And that's where Bob, Bill and Henry live". I don't remember any details, but he made up this over the top story about these three brothers, totally fictitious I'm sure. Who knows, maybe it was true? For years those little buildings stood and every single time I drove by I'd remember his story. It still makes me smile. Love always, Jennifer