Well, my Uncle Bob, although quiet to most, was quite a prankster.  While on a vacation to Myrtle Beach South Carolina, he immediately ran into the Ocean goofing around and hurt (maybe even broke?) his ankle and was on crutches.  Wanting desperately and determined  to take us all to the famous Back Porch Restaurant, although there was at least an hour (or two??) wait in a line that spanned the sprawling driveway, he wobbled up to the Hostess stating he was a doctor on Call and could they take us first.  We quickly got a table and just prayed no one had a heart attack, choked, or was having a Baby!!!  He did anything and everything he could to make his/our family happy.  That and he played a mean set of spoons and nose flute on Christmas!!!  Lol :)  You will be sorely missed. Love, Karen