I'm grateful for my memories of my Uncle Courtney. The many conversations that played out in my youth on the front porch and at the dinner table. Lots of laughter and sharp wit that made passing the time together very enjoyable. I will never forget how happy I was the day he drove me to Dairy Queen, the passenger in his 2 seater sport car. It was raining cats and dogs that nit and I couldn't have cared less. "Here we go!" he said, and with a shift of gears it felt like we were flying through the streets of Cambridge! Rest in peace. Love, your niece, Jessica
