So sorry to hear about Ken. I remember Ken mostly from junior high, from 1970 to 1973. A bunch of us from St. James Jr. High used to play pickup football on Friday nights on a big patch of grass on the other side of the fence from the Glenmore football field, where there was just enough light from the high school games. Ken was by far the biggest and strongest of us, and most times it took three or four of us to tackle him. But he was a good sport about it, and didn’t play rough or get mean with us smaller guys. Occasionally, someone would yell an anguished and exasperated “Stober!” when he was carrying two or three of us on his back, with another being dragged by a leg, but he wouldn’t go down. He was a kind character. RIP. You are fondly remembered.
