Some nicknames

Charles
Charlie
Lucky
college friends at Stanford in Germany called him Tunie
Lukka
Luckums; Luquums
Chuppie
Chuplie
Chuppers
one person who became an ex friend rather fast called him Chumpley
Our new age names were Beauty and Glory but we could never remember who was who


Lucky McKain, Lucky McKain
shriek it out loudly again and again
He'll rent you a tacky little box
they all look just the same
thats why they call him Lucky
Lucky McKain

He had a gentle, sweet sense of humor, he accepted this nonsense, laughed about it.

I said it before, one of the best memories, from my step sister sleeping over here one night, awoke to us coming home singing and laughing.  That pretty much says it all.

I surfed.  He loved basketball.  Played on as many as four leagues a week.  Always stressed defense.  Played on the San Diego gay team at the Sydney gay olympics in 2002.  I was watching him play one night at the muni, a pass came right to him and bounced off his chest, one of the first signs that something was wrong.  In the on line gay basketball newsletter one writer wrote that Charlie was basically responsible for his team's loss, how very much that hurt him.  He was going down and didn't recognize it.  One night he came home from the Coronado league totally shaken, a player had died right on the court, a 35 year old in splendid shape, good looking, healthy, and wham, he was gone.  Charlie & I partied with his basketball buddies, I have seldom been around so many tall people in my life, quite a few of them major jocks.  The rap that gays are pussy boys is BS, these guys could camp it up then charge down the court & slam dunk.  And I was an above average surfer, a solid B+, maybe even an A.