My earliest memory of Uncle Maurie was when I was about 6 years old and he was about 19 or 20, he came to Milwaukee to visit and took me for a ride in my father's new car.  Something happened and he had to stop suddenly and I was thrown forward (no seat belts then) and hit my head on the dash.  Fortunately, my head was not injured but Uncle Maurie had a hard time explaining to my father how the dent in the dash occurred.  He made me promise not to tell.

We were living in Florida for my Bar Mitzvah and he was there for the occasion.  I remember him telling me how good my voice was singing the prayers.

But the best memories were the summers I spent in Chicago with Grandpa going to work with him and Maurie at the MERC.  I'd answer phones and help reconcile the trades with the chalk boards after the close.  Then we'd go to lunch.

Great memories of a good Uncle.