January 27, 2011. This man sparred with Ernie
"Indian Red" Lopez in the 3rd
Street Gym in downtown Los
Angeles. As a portfolio manager, he's made 15 to 20% for million-dollar
clients. He's a trusted adviser, problem-solver, and a great friend. He's my
brother, Chuck Walgenbach. During one of our summer pilgrimages
to Bass Lake,
California, suffice it to say that Chuck's athletic ability afforded him a rescue of a family member. As an
aside, Bass Lake forms one of my earliest memories of my life. I was five
and was walking along a paved and winding utility road of a campground with my
left hand clutched in my Dad's right hand.
Chuck enjoying a good laugh outside in the
parking lot of Acapulco Restaurant in Pasadena. We were celebrating Mom's birthday.
Chuck
is smart. He understands how important dignity is to the individual and that it is not to be trifled with. When my mom
was in the hospital the first night, Chuck brought her a tube of red lipstick for her to put her best face forward, and he brought Double-Doubles with grilled onions at In-and-Out for each of us and so we shared a meal together. The irony is that Mom looked healthy, she looked pretty good in the
hospital. I did not understand why she was in the hospital in the first place. She didn't look sick, but the doctors
told her she was sick, that she needed to be evaluated and watched. But I am sure that once they learned that she had excellent insurance, that they saw
an opportunity to use it and her life like an ATM card. Charlen even made
the remark that my mom looked
terrific, that her lips (without lipstick)
looked bright and healthy. And they did. She looked good. We should have taken her home then, over the doctor's recommendations.
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Thursday, December 1, 2011
Chuck Walgenbach
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