When we were in high school he testified at my trial before Judge Friedricks when I was (wrongfully) accused of making an illegal right turn off of Riverside Ave onto Foothill. I don't recall the verdict but I always ribbed Glenn about being a lousy witness.
We both joined the Navy Reserve the same day, being sworn-in at the Navy Bldg on Waterman Ave. His ship, the Mispillion (sp.) once "replenished" our aircraft carrier (USS Coral Sea) off the coast of Nam. We waved at each other from 20 yards during the replenishment.
We both attended Long Beach State and he and his wife Gerri often socialized with Sue & me.
Years later we laughed about that illegal right turn case when Glenn worked for the SBSO Crime Lab and testified in several (much more serious) cases I prosecuted as a DA.
Glenn had the greatest sense of humor...and I miss him.
Glenn was my first friend when we moved to Rialto the summer before 8th grade and the opening of Eisenhower Jr. High and High School. We played pony league baseball together on the Kadets, coached by Mel Terry. Glenn was a natural athlete and good player. Also on the team were Eddie Congdon and Angelo Madrigal, among others. Glenn and I became fast friends that summer and played all the jr. high sports together for Eisenhower. Near the end of 8th grade I had started to date Chris Cardiff. One day Glenn and I went up to her house together to go swimming. I remember that Glenn was very funny and how Chris laughed at his wit - I was actually jealous. In the summer before 9th grade his family briefly moved to Barstow. I remember visiting him. It was hot and dusty and Glenn was not happy about the move, but we had fun. Glenn had a quick wit and was fun to be around. By the time Glenn's family moved back to Rialto several months later I had moved on with new friends, like Steve Mintz. I remember feeling bad that our friendship had changed, but that's the kind of thing you never talked about in those days. Though a little distant we always remained friends. He was a good guy with a great sense of humor and common sense. It was a sad day when I got a letter and obituary from his brother Barry letting me know that he had passed away. I have great memories of playing sports, hanging out and talking about life with Glenn.
Glenn and I were good friends. We go back to 5th and 6th grades at Boyd elementary school where we were both in the same classes, the school safety patrol, and both enjoyed softball. Glenn, Emilio Parker, David Bailey and I were also roomates at the sixth grade summer camp. If my memory serves me right Glenn was also a teamate on the Solons little league team. The most recent memory I have of Glenn was his speaking on a local mountain newsreel (apparently he was living in Running Springs), but unfortunately my attempt to contact him failed. I was definitely blessed to have known him!
Glenn and I were very good friends pretty much from the time we met. I think just about everybody who knew Glenn would say the same thing though. He had a very quick wit and a dry sense of humor. I have two main recollections of him.
I recall that Glenn, Eddie Congdon and I were doing whatever it is that boys do where a storm sewer emptied (near Norm Weddington's house, just north of Baseline). We had been climbing in and around the conduit when either Glenn or Eddie, or both, decided to compare armpit hair. I was mortified. I had never even checked to see if I had armpit hair or not but was pretty sure I didn't. You can guess what happened next. After admiring each other's armpits, they turned to me. Eventually, I raised my arm, ready to face the music, when one or both announced (much to my surprise) that I did, in fact, have armpit hair. One of the greatest days of my life!
There was an orange grove behind Glenn's house. One day he and I and two others (whose names I don't recall) decided to have an orange fight in the grove. Glenn and I were on opposite teams. I recall hitting Glenn's teammate with an orange then taking off through the grove with him (the teammate) in hot pursuit. I was pretty moving pretty fast but then thought "what if there's somebody to the left or right of me?" Just as I turned my head to the left to see if anybody was throwing at me, I got knocked off my feet by a well-placed shot to the head. I wasn't injured (at least not seriously) but I did go down! Glenn had nailed me and I have been traumatized by that event for life. Good times.
Glenn was one of the good guys and he left us way to soon. I miss him.
Tom Glasser
Glenn and I were very good friends.
When we were in high school he testified at my trial before Judge Friedricks when I was (wrongfully) accused of making an illegal right turn off of Riverside Ave onto Foothill. I don't recall the verdict but I always ribbed Glenn about being a lousy witness.
We both joined the Navy Reserve the same day, being sworn-in at the Navy Bldg on Waterman Ave. His ship, the Mispillion (sp.) once "replenished" our aircraft carrier (USS Coral Sea) off the coast of Nam. We waved at each other from 20 yards during the replenishment.
We both attended Long Beach State and he and his wife Gerri often socialized with Sue & me.
Years later we laughed about that illegal right turn case when Glenn worked for the SBSO Crime Lab and testified in several (much more serious) cases I prosecuted as a DA.
Glenn had the greatest sense of humor...and I miss him.
Barbra Koch (Badger)
What great memories you have of your friend. Life put you in contact with each other at all the right times.
Thank you for those stories.
Tom Glasser
Thanks for the kind words Barbra.
John Blair
Glenn was my first friend when we moved to Rialto the summer before 8th grade and the opening of Eisenhower Jr. High and High School. We played pony league baseball together on the Kadets, coached by Mel Terry. Glenn was a natural athlete and good player. Also on the team were Eddie Congdon and Angelo Madrigal, among others. Glenn and I became fast friends that summer and played all the jr. high sports together for Eisenhower. Near the end of 8th grade I had started to date Chris Cardiff. One day Glenn and I went up to her house together to go swimming. I remember that Glenn was very funny and how Chris laughed at his wit - I was actually jealous. In the summer before 9th grade his family briefly moved to Barstow. I remember visiting him. It was hot and dusty and Glenn was not happy about the move, but we had fun. Glenn had a quick wit and was fun to be around. By the time Glenn's family moved back to Rialto several months later I had moved on with new friends, like Steve Mintz. I remember feeling bad that our friendship had changed, but that's the kind of thing you never talked about in those days. Though a little distant we always remained friends. He was a good guy with a great sense of humor and common sense. It was a sad day when I got a letter and obituary from his brother Barry letting me know that he had passed away. I have great memories of playing sports, hanging out and talking about life with Glenn.
Terry Johnson
Glenn and I were good friends. We go back to 5th and 6th grades at Boyd elementary school where we were both in the same classes, the school safety patrol, and both enjoyed softball. Glenn, Emilio Parker, David Bailey and I were also roomates at the sixth grade summer camp. If my memory serves me right Glenn was also a teamate on the Solons little league team. The most recent memory I have of Glenn was his speaking on a local mountain newsreel (apparently he was living in Running Springs), but unfortunately my attempt to contact him failed. I was definitely blessed to have known him!
Steve Murray
Glenn and I were very good friends pretty much from the time we met. I think just about everybody who knew Glenn would say the same thing though. He had a very quick wit and a dry sense of humor. I have two main recollections of him.
I recall that Glenn, Eddie Congdon and I were doing whatever it is that boys do where a storm sewer emptied (near Norm Weddington's house, just north of Baseline). We had been climbing in and around the conduit when either Glenn or Eddie, or both, decided to compare armpit hair. I was mortified. I had never even checked to see if I had armpit hair or not but was pretty sure I didn't. You can guess what happened next. After admiring each other's armpits, they turned to me. Eventually, I raised my arm, ready to face the music, when one or both announced (much to my surprise) that I did, in fact, have armpit hair. One of the greatest days of my life!
There was an orange grove behind Glenn's house. One day he and I and two others (whose names I don't recall) decided to have an orange fight in the grove. Glenn and I were on opposite teams. I recall hitting Glenn's teammate with an orange then taking off through the grove with him (the teammate) in hot pursuit. I was pretty moving pretty fast but then thought "what if there's somebody to the left or right of me?" Just as I turned my head to the left to see if anybody was throwing at me, I got knocked off my feet by a well-placed shot to the head. I wasn't injured (at least not seriously) but I did go down! Glenn had nailed me and I have been traumatized by that event for life. Good times.
Glenn was one of the good guys and he left us way to soon. I miss him.