I remember Uncle Ronald and the smell of the most rich, delicious food cooking, simmering, baking in his Philly kitchen. He labored over the art of food and wine but what he was really doing was providing a beautiful and warm and soulful space for family and friends to gather. It was love I really smelled. What could have been an awkward dinner party was transformed by his warmth and flair, and people connected. I remember Ronald's friends and the caring space he made for them in his home and his heart, especially when their lives were hard. I remember generosity, unconditional generosity. The morning Ronald died, I thought of him and said to myself, what a man of Soul.