Over on the thread about throwing fish in the Pike Street Market I made a remark (when we reached the topic of lutefisk, which was not thrown around the market!) that my cousin Charles had the best lutefisk stories around. Bob PM'ed me this morning to ask if the Charles Raymond Husby obit in the paper is my cousin--I'm sad to say it is. And that obit says nothing about what a colorful, warm character he was. Consider how polite and friendly but reserved a bunch of Norwegians are in a room of a wedding or funeral reception, then consider the family member who, whether with a little wine under his belt, or just his general gregariousness, can set the whole room to laughing by telling really funny jokes (often with himself as victim of his own humor). I remember seeing people looking a little worried when Charles started, but I never heard him say anything that justified those worried looks. He will be missed.

(We used to tease Dad, at our peril, that he was probably Norwegian also, and not just Irish, since the Vikings had spent a lot of time in Norway. That really ticked him off!)

Maggie