I remember my Uncle Jack and Aunt Goldie playing Monopoly with my parents at 709 6th Avenue in Coralville, all of the laughter and closeness of a family game at a kitchen table, one of many happy family memories. This was in the late 1950s. Later in life, when I was a student at the University of Iowa, he and Goldie invited me over for a dinner; Jack took a real interest in what I was studying, and what I though about life. He was kind, intelligent, and talented, and had what i thought was a wonderful, understated sense of humor. Jack was married to my mother's sister, but he was also, curiously, my father's half-nephew. He was a fine man.
