I fondly remember the many trips we took to Leeds as kids. Life was simpler, entertainment was free and kids were allowed to be kids. Going up behind the house playing in the sand, going down to the beach and stepping on clam shells, hopping in the back of the truck for the short ride to Stinchfield Beach. I owe my first taste of McDonalds chicken Mc Nuggets to Uncle Buck, on our way to a college football game he was officiating in Vermont..Norwich vs. New Haven....I got to hang out on the sideline because my uncle was a ref..THAT was cool. I will forever remember Uncle Buck letting us kids just "be kids" and for that I am thankful. Though I didn't get to see Uncle Buck much in the last 25 years the memories remain and getting to look at all of the photo's everyone has shared has brought tears to my eyes, laughter to my soul and a touch of sadness to my heart. Thank you Uncle Buck for being who you were and may we one day meet again and maybe take another trip to a football game........Your nephew.....Rick