Way back when....at .Lincoln Jr High ......Ken was "cool" and he could dance. He was well liked,, probably because he was a good kid and nice to everyone, even the shy kids like me.
In Little League baseball Ken played for the Police Department and I played for Schlax Insurance. He beaned me in the head once--a wild pitcher. He was one of the guys I would pick up on my way to High School. We shared a love for jazz back in those days. Always a friend, his wife, a private eye, contacted me several times regarding bizarre cases. I vistted him at St Luke'e hopital as he lay dying.
Kenny, loved hanging out with him. enjoyed the times up at UWM partying, playing jazz classics, and talking about anything and everything. What a great guy, all though school. One day Terry McNeil told me Kenny was gone. Way too soon, he had so much life, and put it into everything he was about. He is my memories of joyfilled times.
Nick Angotti's post about Ken was a surprise. The last time I talked with Ken was at the 25th class reunion. We had not seen each other for almost 20 years before that. It was like I was still sitting behind him in homeroom [the benefit of seats assigned in alphabetical order]. We picked up talking about the same topics. One of the topics was art. We both liked to let our imaginations appear on paper. I may have toyed with cartooning; but Ken took his efforts to another level [virtually etherial]. I can still visualize his oil painting of a beautiful lady's face, composed of leafs.
Ken was one of a kind. I remember him as, among other things, a fairly good fullback--either on the Lincoln team or the Bradford sophomore squad (Pink Devils!), or maybe both. Those were the only two years I played, and I don't recall whether Ken played varsit football or not. I recall the last time I saw him, just like Chuck Lutter, was at our 25th reunion, at the Elks Club. Ken was all over the dance floor cutting a pretty mean rug, and he was one of the few who seemed not to have changed at all since high school. May he rest in peace.
Nick Angotti's comments ring true with me. Sitting here in my offfice I'm looking at a charcoal sketch Luds did of me. I treasure it. It was sketched in his Kenilworth Avenue apartment during one of my visits to Milwaukee....around three o'clock as I recall...a.m. not p.m. It has a sister color photograph of Ken doing the portrait. Beer cans on the floor...everywhere. Ken's beer of choice came in a green and gold can labeled Bullfrog Beer. It was available at a corner dive called Hooligans for a mere $1.99 a case.
On another note, I vividly remember the night Nick let me use his black Pontiac convertible for a date. Two gallons of gas and two quarts of oil later I got a kiss good night (so to speak). Thanks Nick. Those really were the days my friend.
Leonard Iaquinta
Does anyone else remember Ken was the best dancer in Mrs. Moorman's extra-curricular at Lincoln Junior High? A fine guy who passed way too soon.
Judith Myers (Bernhardt)
Way back when....at .Lincoln Jr High ......Ken was "cool" and he could dance. He was well liked,, probably because he was a good kid and nice to everyone, even the shy kids like me.
James Carlson
In Little League baseball Ken played for the Police Department and I played for Schlax Insurance. He beaned me in the head once--a wild pitcher. He was one of the guys I would pick up on my way to High School. We shared a love for jazz back in those days. Always a friend, his wife, a private eye, contacted me several times regarding bizarre cases. I vistted him at St Luke'e hopital as he lay dying.
Peace "Luds"
Jim Carlson
Nicholas Angotti
Kenny, loved hanging out with him. enjoyed the times up at UWM partying, playing jazz classics, and talking about anything and everything. What a great guy, all though school. One day Terry McNeil told me Kenny was gone. Way too soon, he had so much life, and put it into everything he was about. He is my memories of joyfilled times.
Nick Angotti
Thomas Wells
Sooner or latter we will all be gone----gone where is our choice---I pray Ken made the right one
Charles Lutter
Nick Angotti's post about Ken was a surprise. The last time I talked with Ken was at the 25th class reunion. We had not seen each other for almost 20 years before that. It was like I was still sitting behind him in homeroom [the benefit of seats assigned in alphabetical order]. We picked up talking about the same topics. One of the topics was art. We both liked to let our imaginations appear on paper. I may have toyed with cartooning; but Ken took his efforts to another level [virtually etherial]. I can still visualize his oil painting of a beautiful lady's face, composed of leafs.
Larry Sommers
Ken was one of a kind. I remember him as, among other things, a fairly good fullback--either on the Lincoln team or the Bradford sophomore squad (Pink Devils!), or maybe both. Those were the only two years I played, and I don't recall whether Ken played varsit football or not. I recall the last time I saw him, just like Chuck Lutter, was at our 25th reunion, at the Elks Club. Ken was all over the dance floor cutting a pretty mean rug, and he was one of the few who seemed not to have changed at all since high school. May he rest in peace.
Paul Roppuld
Nick Angotti's comments ring true with me. Sitting here in my offfice I'm looking at a charcoal sketch Luds did of me. I treasure it. It was sketched in his Kenilworth Avenue apartment during one of my visits to Milwaukee....around three o'clock as I recall...a.m. not p.m. It has a sister color photograph of Ken doing the portrait. Beer cans on the floor...everywhere. Ken's beer of choice came in a green and gold can labeled Bullfrog Beer. It was available at a corner dive called Hooligans for a mere $1.99 a case.
On another note, I vividly remember the night Nick let me use his black Pontiac convertible for a date. Two gallons of gas and two quarts of oil later I got a kiss good night (so to speak). Thanks Nick. Those really were the days my friend.