Years ago when his youngest son was about 11, Kenny told me by phone to go to his home and he'd be there after work--door would be unlocked; I found the home; door was open so I went in; no one home; there on a table was a 100 or so ivories. ultimately his j\kid came home and later so did Kenny and no one had stiolen his chips. When I had but a dozen or so ivories he traded tow or three for one of mine. Kenny was one of a kind.