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Alexander Schwarzer
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Eiskellerberg Elementary School, Düsseldorf, for the annual carneval festivity, when we were allowed to wear costumes. Taken in the 1950's. Alexander is 3rd from left and I am next to him, 4th in line. |
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Even back then, he sure knew to disappear |
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The future consumate Huntsman |
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53 years later, after digitally getting together with me once again 2011, he sent me this. A photo of a graduation picture of our select group, and there he was. Impossible to hide in such a small number of young men. It was, as you can see, bent, stained, and damaged. It took a couple of days' work in PhotoShop, to fix and repair. I sent it back to him like this: |
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GAME OVER! PENGUINS RULED THAT DAY, AND HE WAS ONE OF THEM |
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| Not exactly the shy and retiring kind, he would be heard when needing to opine | Or simply getting attention by drumming on the desk |
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But get him out into nature, and he'd be miles away from everyone. Another dear friend, Lothar Kratzer, cigarette in hand, passed away early 2003. |
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Suffering from a minor, but funny delusion, Alex professed to turn into the Grinch every Christmas season. His justification was, that he was a traditionalist who treasured German Christmas, the way we all do, back in the days of real candles, fresh trees, not overloaded with LEDs and countless ornaments. I had to applaud him for this minor, forgivable idiosynchrasy. |
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Back in the days, still at work, the Chemist, Bicyclist, Hunter, etc. |
Sadly, even the hunt was long over in 2025, but boy, was he sharp, and what a great memory! |
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2026 - The Good Ones Die Young - RIP my friend |
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