Kenny, or Uncle Kenny as I lovingly called him, was my friend and roommate throughout the eighties. We met in LA when he and my boyfriend were both doing sound for the Olympics and since we all were new to the area we decided to share an apartment. A better roommate I could not have had, he was always kind, compassionate and a great deal of fun. (And on the road a lot, added plus). Yes it was the eighties, we were on the beach, in the music business, what could not be good there? Seriously, life was terrific and even better because Kenny was sharing it with me.
We had an a wonderfully unusual relationship of being friends, just friends who sincerely cared about one another. At times I would try to mother him and give him advice, which he seldom took, but I only wanted what was best for him. So, when he married Jeanette I was delighted because I knew she was the best for him, finally he took my advice.
Kenny you will always have a place in my heart, I love ya Buddy!