Condolence: Growing up on 33rd st everyone knew each but the lotito house was different uncle big rich was the protector of every kid in the neighbor hood if we had a problem with someone acting crazy we would run to the house and call aunt Fran and big Rich would come down and knock them on they’re butts he had a heart of gold and was tough as they came they don’t make men like him no more we were all great full to have him in our lives growing up he was like a father to all of us uncle big rich we will forever love you forever. You wiil. missed by everyone rip uncle rich luv the Kalnberg’s