Carl was many things to many people. Father, husband, grandpa, hunter, fisherman, golfer, colleague, team mate, Packers fan, but above all else the term friend was the one that he seemed to embody. I met Carl for the first when I started at the OSHA laboratory in 1978. He made you feel like you really belonged bringing you into his family and circle of friends. I truly cannot remember ever seeing him without a smile on his face. Sure he got mad at times and could be as stubborn as a mule, but it never expressed itself as a bad attitude or foul disposition. Carl was a very creative, smart, and disciplined scientist. He had the intellect to be an egg head but his Midwestern farm background always made him look to the practical side of a solution. He was a very good athlete. He was slowed somewhat by childhood polio but that handicap never stopped him from being a true contributor on any endeavor. He was my youngest sons godfather and he took that title seriously. He and Judy always remembered birthdays and holidays. We spent years hunting and fishing together. While the deer, duck, and pheasant hunting in Utah was often subpar the after hunt cigar and requisite beer drinking were always top notch. In the early days we were either at his house or ours almost every week when we both had homes in West Valley. After he moved up north and he retired the visits were not as frequent but no matter how long the absence had been it was like you had just talked to him yesterday. I truly regret that it had been almost a year since the last time I saw him, but when we were together we had the best of times. I have heard that it isn’t quantity, but quality that matters. I guess that is what Carl really was. A quality friend and I will miss him.