Unbeknownst to me, former Kubemate Karl knows of the existence of this website. When he told me that he wanted to ask me something about the site a few days ago, I was apprehensive – after all, most times that comes up it’s because I’ve insulted someone gravely. Thankfully, that was not the case, this time at least.
A few weeks ago, Karl’s father passed way. Karl, though not much older than me, is one of the youngest (if not the youngest, I don’t remember) of many children and his father lived a long, full life. Karl had wanted me to post his eulogy if I found it to be appropriate. I have never met Karl’s father, but I have met Karl – the apple, as they say, does not fall far from the tree. It is my privilege to post Karl’s memories.
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I’m sure it’s horribly obnoxious for someone to meander in and start commenting on old posts right and left, so I’ve restrained myself, but since there were no comments on this post, I thought I would leave one.
Especially since I would like to be remembered some day as the sort of woman who would sew a starter back together and put it back into a Bonneville to save 70 or 80 bucks. Except that I would never associate with a Bonneville. It would have to be some kind of old Mopar product. This was beautifully done, Karl, and I hope the bump gets it a little more well-deserved exposure. Your father is surely proud to be so well-loved and so authentically remembered.