Being a classmate of Kerry's and never meeting him is not unususal I guess but we became roommates when he bought his first house on Brea accross from the glass shop. We became fast friends for the short time I was in Salem. He was one of the sharpest of wit, business savy friends I've known. I'll miss him no matter the distance and time gone by.
I went to Englewood with him. He was a classmate of mine and did some business with him at the glass shop. My sincere condolences to his family! R.I.P. Kerry!
Worked with Kerry at Blue Lake Packers, during the summers, loading cans onto pallets. Well, during the frequent times when the cans stopped coming, we made up a ridiculous contest to pass those lax moments! One person would attempt to guess a particular song, carefully reading the lips of the other guy, trying to guess just what was that song he was silently singing! And we'd even give hints, as to what classification was the song-in-question: such as "Oldie-Moldies", "Newy-Chewies", "Crummy-Dummies", etc.. And so, during those summer nights on the graveyard-shift, Kerry and I would laugh our way through those otherwise boring hours, playing those absurd games!
Mark Arnold
Being a classmate of Kerry's and never meeting him is not unususal I guess but we became roommates when he bought his first house on Brea accross from the glass shop. We became fast friends for the short time I was in Salem. He was one of the sharpest of wit, business savy friends I've known. I'll miss him no matter the distance and time gone by.
Alan Burke
Sorry to hear of Kerry's passing. He was always a good friend and a good person. Many fun times.
Franklin Howe
I went to Englewood with him. He was a classmate of mine and did some business with him at the glass shop. My sincere condolences to his family! R.I.P. Kerry!
Chuck Whittemore
Worked with Kerry at Blue Lake Packers, during the summers, loading cans onto pallets. Well, during the frequent times when the cans stopped coming, we made up a ridiculous contest to pass those lax moments! One person would attempt to guess a particular song, carefully reading the lips of the other guy, trying to guess just what was that song he was silently singing! And we'd even give hints, as to what classification was the song-in-question: such as "Oldie-Moldies", "Newy-Chewies", "Crummy-Dummies", etc.. And so, during those summer nights on the graveyard-shift, Kerry and I would laugh our way through those otherwise boring hours, playing those absurd games!