Ken and Irene would stay for several months at a time at my parent's range in northern Indiana. First it was to prep for the Indiana AP State match and Bianchi Cup and then it became all summer. I remember Ken just being humble and trying to help out where he could. He started out as just a quiet guy, then we would talk and shoot for hours. He gave me my first scope mount for my race gun, couldn't wait for Ray Saltzman to mount it. When I started shooting as fast as Ken, he would say "I think I need that mount back" and just grin at me. The Bianchi Cup team from England would show up and just have a blast with Ken on the range. Simple good times. Goodbye my friend, thanks for all the lessons and stories.