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My Brother Tim (18-Apr-1943 ~13-Jun-2013)

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Rest in Peace, Tim, Rest in Peace.


Family photos – tag: Tim



My brother Chuck – and his US patent

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August, 1984


Patent US3530781 – Transformer Housing and Vented Cover Assembly -(September 29, 1970)


Thank you David and Shannen for the link.


My Mom (March 15, 1915 ~ January 5, 1998)

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Thank you Arlene for sending this photo; ’cause I know it was one of her favorites.


Jake (See photo), my oldest son, and I do mean OLD; just turned 39!

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Next year – 39.

And the year after – 39.

And the year . . .



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Tim Kesinger, left, talks to his 15-month old granddaughter Kate Kesinger as his  wife, Charlotte Kesinger, holds her before a women’s college basketball game  between the University of Oklahoma Sooners and the University of Connecticut  Huskies at the Lloyd Noble Center in Norman, Okla., Monday, Feb. 13, 2012.

The  Kesingers are wearing pink shirts provided by OU as part of the Pack the Place  Pink night to raise awareness for breast cancer and the Kay Yow Cancer Fund.

This was Kate Kesinger’s first OU basketball game.

Photo by Nate Billings, The  Oklahoman.


Hey kid, it’s tough all over

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My Dad’s Hare Krishna ‘clicker’

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Back in the 60’s my Dad use to travel a lot on business, through LAX.

At the time, The Krisnas use to be able to VERY AGGRESSIVELY hassle the passengers ‘pimping their stuff’.

When one of ’em approached my Dad to give his pitch, he would pull out his key chain/clicker, and . . .

‘click’     ‘click’     ‘click’

They would often give up, say thank you, and then go hassle someone else.

My Dad said one guy would NOT GIVE UP, and followed him half way down the concourse; before finally being frustrated enough to say, “F*uck You!”.

My Dad, being my Dad, broke into, “Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hare Hare . . .”

I asked him how the guy reacted to that, and he said, “He laughed”.



About the same time:

One Saturday morning my Dad and I were watching college football, and he picked up his clicker and,

‘click’     ‘click’     ‘click’

My Mom who had been in the kichen, came around the corner to see what the noise was.

My Dad, being my Dad, held up his coffee cup, and said, “Refill,  please”.


Well, suffice to say:

1. He did NOT get a refill.


2. He saved his clicker for the airport.


miss ’em both, a lot