I love to talk about Lucky, in part because he was so modest that he was easy to overlook. He would comb through catalogues all year round to buy Maggie & me perfect presents. Later, he had an aide who, by the time she climbed to the top floor was too tired to actually do his errands, clean or cook. He was fine with her sitting and chatting, and I wouldn't be surprised if he fed her & gave her a few bucks here & there.
His one bad quality was that he cheated at cribbage & then gloated when he won. I stopped playing with him!
He made borscht & gravy every Thanksgiving, & loved to be part of the giant dinners we threw for many years.