I just want to say that I've known Jerry Mack since all our families lived up on Kettle Camp (a holler outside of Elkhorn City, Ky). As kids (Jerry Mack, Bobby Ray, Sissy, LT Bartley, Brenda Bartley, Nancy Rose, Brother Rich, and me) we all ran thru the hills having the time of our lives. From sliding off slate dumps on a coal shovel, to swinging back and forth in pine tree tops, to playing baseball with home-made bats, to splashing around in a damed up creek, to riding Uncle Bill's mules, to hunting for hens nests. It was a great place to grow up. Jerry was always there. I have a soft spot in my heart for Jerry. He was a great person. I'm going to miss him terribly. I wish I could have gotten to see him one last time before he passed away. I was shaken when Jeanne said he had died.