Chuck and I had a banter about goats. He was trying to convince me that I needed a goat for my farm, and I was convinced that no way in heck would I have a goat. He would send me cute little videos of the goats in pajamas looking so innocent and harmless, and I would smile and send him a video of a goat on top of a car jumping to make sure the hood was nice and dented. On a visit to his house, I brought a stuffed goat named Patrick, so in the end, he was the one to get the goat. I will miss our goat exchanges, his sense of humor but most of all, his friendship. He was the kindest person i have ever met. I was blessed to serve with him for the past 23 years. He will be dearly missed.