When I was very young, I would spend weekends at Nana and Grandpops. Unca "Bah", as we older cousins called him, was single and still living at home. He came home from work in his crisp, white shirt and heard me playing music on the jukebox in the basement. He came downstairs, took me in his arms, and said, "Let me teach you how to dance, kid!" What a thrill for a very young girl to be in the arms of her handsome, charming, and very young uncle. He always made me feel so special and I will miss him terribly.