Saturday, January 4, 2020
I will miss Al, and I will remember the time we tried to assemble a dresser from JYSK. He was patient and I was cursing. There were a thousand parts and an incomprehensible diagram and I LOST it. I will also remember his high school diploma on the wall of his apartment, which was dated 1973. His venture into the Jehovah Witness thing was his only failing, as far as I am concerned. You were a buddy to me and Dave, Alan Schettle, and I wish you peace and all the affirmation and affection you gave us. You were a gambler and a lover and a friend, and Dave has wept many times at the news that you will not be toddling up to visit us any more.
