Several years ago when I was cleaning out some old newspapers in my garage I came across a name on the obituary page that had a familiar ring: Charles Protzel. It took a few minutes, but I soon realized it was “Old Charlie.” As we age we seem to attend more and more funerals for friends and relatives. Their passing is sad, but we have our memories of them to comfort us. Here are some memories of Old Charlie that I would like to share.

Old Charlie would pass our house every morning at 9 sharp. He was a very distinguished-looking gentleman.