Dr. Ken and The Bandit lived here our first year of marriage in 1998 and brought baby Dr. Ken Jr. I back in 2000 prior to our flight to the suburbs.
But, here's a story that I think should be remembered.
Ernie really was a great person. Probably the nicest person I've ever met. His story below. Everything about it is true including the part where we didn't know what was in his bags and, as a valet, it was rough at times due to his showering habits. But we didn't care because he was such a great person that we all would often bring him back food or cookies or whatever and he knew everyone in our family's name and guests.
It's tragic what happened to him.
Dr. Ken brings the thread down but it's a story and he deserves to have people know what happened.
