Tim was my cousin. Though I was not close to him, I remember him as being mischievous, friendly, with a big warm heart and always caring for others, especially his family.
The most fun I had was driving his MG during a family reunion. I was babying it, cause I heard all the stories of mechanical failure. But Dad was confident in his progress with it. He pushed me to turn it loose a bit. With joy and happiness we went barreling down a bunch of country roads. Engine pushing that little car along at highway speeds. Grinning like a pair of fools. He did good. Grandpa Kniffen would have been proud.