Susan Bonila
I met Ken a few years ago when, as the newest member of a book club, I joined others at his and Lynne's beautiful home. I remember he usually had a funny story or comment when he would greet us. After our discussion, we would move to the dining room for dinner. Ken would sit at the counter in the kitchen where he would occasionally join the conversation with witty comments and questions. As Lynne would be clearing the table, Ken would ask, "What's for dessert?"
He will be missed and remembered for his warmth, intelligence, and curiosity. S. Bonila