WE REMEMBER GLENN FROM SPACE 89

Glenn lived in Kearney Lodge for around 20+ years. He lived on

the east side with his four dachshund dogs. He even was a surro-

gate doggie dad for another resident who sometimes had trouble

caring for it. He was a major dog lover and would have taken in

ANY stray that came his way. He took his dogs to the beach

everyday to walk and play fetch. Glenn was a retired police officer.

He sported a handlebar mustache, had a bald head and wore

glasses. He drove a white sedan and used to ride his motorcycle to

stores around town. Glenn was usually in a great mood and always

eager to stop and say hello and ask how you were doing, despite his

life-threatening illness. He went the extra mile for residents in the

park. The last time I saw Glenn was after a serious medical proce-

dure. I was flabbergasted to see him out driving and helping his

friend when he might better have been resting to support his own

physical healing. But that was the way he was—denying his own

comforts for the needs of others. He was free-spirited, accepting,

loving person toward all souls. He thought and cared about many

residents at KL. He was quick to meet the need for a ride to

medical appointments by seniors that needed it. If he knew some-

one had health problems or was going through a tough time, he

would periodically call them to check in. One time he brought over

a magazine ad of a shoe that facilitated arch support because I had

shared that someone had sore feet. For years he devotedly helped

his longtime resident friend, Kathy, by helping her manage her

home, run errands and watch her dog. Glenn was not shy about

sharing his opinion and stood on good convictions. He is survived

by daughter, Ethney and his dear doggies. You are missed, dear

Glenn.