Post by newt on Feb 25, 2012 19:40:49 GMT -6
I have sad news today. One of our members has passed away. He went by "Wingman". He was a casual member, meaning he was not very active in the building world, but was still interested in all that we do.
When he was young, he built model cars for fun. Once he was a mid-teen, his interest went to full-size cars, and girls. His first car was a 1951 Mercury, that was know in town as "the Purple Easter Egg." All that i know about the car was that it was low, kinda beat up, his girlfriend hated it because the seats were so low that she starred at the glove box door on cruise nights, and that it had a La Salle transmission with only two bolts holding the bell housing to the engine. Then there was a 52 Mercury that he played with. At about 17 3/4, he got into trouble with the law and was urged to join the military by a judge, after he rode his Triumph up and down the hallways of Goodrich High school. Once in the Air Force, he married, had two kids, and settled down a little. But he never grew up. After 20 years of serving his country, he returned to his hometown with his family and proceeded to work for St. Agnes Hospital in maintenance and medical imaging for 24 years. Shortly after his second retirement, he was diagnosed with cancer. He fought a tough fight, had some good times and some bad, and , early this morning, he lost the war.
This man was my Father. Rest in peace, dad. Thanks for everything. I love you and I'll miss you.
When he was young, he built model cars for fun. Once he was a mid-teen, his interest went to full-size cars, and girls. His first car was a 1951 Mercury, that was know in town as "the Purple Easter Egg." All that i know about the car was that it was low, kinda beat up, his girlfriend hated it because the seats were so low that she starred at the glove box door on cruise nights, and that it had a La Salle transmission with only two bolts holding the bell housing to the engine. Then there was a 52 Mercury that he played with. At about 17 3/4, he got into trouble with the law and was urged to join the military by a judge, after he rode his Triumph up and down the hallways of Goodrich High school. Once in the Air Force, he married, had two kids, and settled down a little. But he never grew up. After 20 years of serving his country, he returned to his hometown with his family and proceeded to work for St. Agnes Hospital in maintenance and medical imaging for 24 years. Shortly after his second retirement, he was diagnosed with cancer. He fought a tough fight, had some good times and some bad, and , early this morning, he lost the war.
This man was my Father. Rest in peace, dad. Thanks for everything. I love you and I'll miss you.
