Ken was amazing.
Wonderful man, beautiful soul.
Thirteen or so years ago I'd started a Saturday morning tradition of calling him on the telephone and chatting for an hour or so while I stumbled through learning how to keep my gravers sharp and how to get around the vise.
He was so generous.
Every conversation veered quickly to family life, where Ken would share with me his lessons around growing up and navigating the landscape of life with children and in-laws.
I'd gotten busy in life, the time between Saturday calls extended with each season.
Earlier this year I'd heard of his declining condition, and I called him.
He was clear and present to the coming end of his life.
I'd asked if there was anything he needed from me - his only request was that I find anyone who was on shaky ground with their faith and to witness to them as much as possible.
Many of you fellows are far more familiar than I am with the inside of a church. If you have it in you, get out there and spread the word. Sitting here on Thanksgiving day, thinking on Ken's request, I'm fairly sure he was looking out for me as much as he was asking for me to go seek the lost fellows.
Have a great Thanksgiving fellas.
Hoist a glass to Ken, and share his generous spirit where you can.
