Uncle Ernie, or "Junior" as everyone older than 40 got to call him. Fun-loving, nutty, larger-than-life, Harley Hog rider to the end. A big part of my childhood: Ernie would show up on his Harley, put me on the back and take off to the nearest 'roadhouse' bar where I would eat the bar nuts for hours while he would tell his stories of going to the South Pole with Admiral Byrd.