Paul Levy:
I grew up with Kenny in Hamden, CT. We played football in his backyard, baseball in the street on West Side Drive (using chalk lines for bases and hoping nobody would hit a foul ball through a neighbor's window) and attended Hebrew School together at Beth Shalom. We went to Yankee Stadium together, saw a few concerts (the Doors!), and then, after college, sadly lost touch for a while. Then, six years ago, I moved to Florida, a good four to five hours away from Kenny. We talked by phone for the first time in years, but it seemed like only yesterday. There are certain bonds that last a lifetime. When I finally saw him three years ago, it was as if nothing changed. Sure, we'd both aged and grappled with life's unexpected challenges. But Kenny was still funny, sweet and compassionate about the things he loved -- and that included family, first and foremost. That's the memory of Kenny that I will treasure -- just a nice guy, a good guy, a friend. God bless him.