I remember when he would drive slow and look for wild asparagus.
He cooked me oatmeal once and it came out in a cube shape on my plate. I wasn't used to oatmeal and I didn't eat it.
I do remember eating tomato soup and crackers with him.
He made me a new little spindle for my headboard on his lathe.
When we had the wreck in the Impala on the way to his house, I remember being at the hospital and several times he asked, "Did the hood fly up?"
I borrowed a socket from him when I was working on the riding lawn mower. He didn't seem concerned that I was going to take the engine ALL the way apart.
I thought it was so neat that he liked "Little Richard."