Thursday, November 30, 0002
Charlie was a man you never forget. When I was sent to pick up a part or a piece of machinery, for some reason I forgot why I was there. He was full of stories and his humor made me feel welcome in a man’s world. He owned the same kind of employee punch clock as mine and I was having trouble with mine. It needed help. A few days later, Charlie phoned me with all the information necessary to get it going again, including where to get the ribbon and time-cards He didn’t have to do that, but he did because he was Charlie. When I drive by his old shop, I remember him and wish I could stop in and say hello. His end came too soon many years ago and I am sure he is glad his struggle is over.
