Remembering the good, the bad, and the ugly
February 2, 2019
Mother of Pearl!
Of course, I knew it was coming. It's a fact of life that none of us is getting out of here alive.
Still, it hurts.
Ole Kompelien died on Saturday, January 26, at age 89, and he was a tough old bird when I first bumped into him in 1976 at Marvin Windows.
He was about six-two and imposing.
He’d often scowl, trying to put the fear of Jesus in me back then.
That went on for a number of years until I gave him a solid whack against his chest with my right arm and did a backheel trip with my right leg.
Ole was wide-eyed.
As he was losing his balance, I grabbed his arm so he didn't f...
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