While I was away on tour, the last of my father’s brother passed away.  My Uncle Bernard lived a long, fruitful life and was so very precious to each one of us.  What I loved most about him was his dry sense of humor and his quick wit.  My cousin Linda told me about a particular telephone call she had with Uncle Bernard.  It was after eight in the evening and she was a little afraid he might be getting ready for bed, so she asked, “Uncle Bernard, are you in your pajamas?”  My sweet uncle hesitated and then drawled out, “No . . .  but I can put them on if you want me to!”