One of my memories of Uncle Slug was after my Pop-Pop was buried. He was sitting at our kitchen table with my mom and I believe my aunt. My mother got very angry about something and actually cursed, which she NEVER did. I can still hear my Uncle Slug yelling out the kitchen window "My sister's not an angel!" I was sitting in the living room cracking up and man was he loud. She started laughing and was trying to get him to shush. He always told me I was beautiful, which a young teenage girl needs to hear. I didn't believe him,but they were nice words to hear anyhow. I will miss the attention he paid to me when I talked to him. It seemed like he really was listening.