Just keeping his memory alive. I think of him every day when I pass through Duxbury on my way to work. As I've said before on this board, he had a major impact on my life, and I wish he was here today.

Jay

Glen, I've been wondering where you've been for a little while and just came upon this site. I miss you, my friend. I had a lot of fun with you at UMASS, but probably the best story would be driving back from Austin to New Jersey with you in that little Saab that the windows barely opened in because of the monster speakers you had in the doors. Music was definitely more important than comfort, ha ha. Trying to toss a map over to Tim's car or vice versa, driving through Tornado warnings and stopping for just a few hours in some cheap motel to take a nap. Wish you were still around, my friend.

Joel

Glen, I know you would never have been able to imagine losing your hearing. You of all people would know how horrible this feels. Music is our love, our drive, our energy, our fulfillment. I know the odds are stacked against me but I know you wouldn't give up. You must help me.

Hey Glen,
Still here, you were a great friend and I miss now as much as the day you left us. - mike

Chamber Music Wilmington 2009-2010 Program
Erol & Louise Caglarcan in memory of
their son Glen, with a matching grant
from Johnson & Johnson, present
the 2009->10 season

Front, back, inside page (click to enlarge):

There is a new video of Glen playing with baby Will on the Glen Video page (link on left frame).

I do think about Glen every day. He had a bigger impact on my life than I ever imagined.

So, you may ask, in what way? In many different areas, all areas that I come across in my daily existence. Like:

Music: Glen was a kindred spirit, music wise. Too many bands to list, but suffice to say, we both connected on a musical level, and if I liked it, chances are Glen liked it, and vice versa. Every day I hear something that I know he'd like.

Walking: Glen was a 'hard-stepper.' Compliment now, but a noisy nuisance if you were his roomie, as I was. Whenever I see someone stomping their feet, I automatically think of him. Living (now) in Minneapolis, land of ice and snow, I see people doing this all day. Glen is in my thoughts.

Science: I'm a science geek. The Glen I knew was too. Every time I watch "Mythbusters," "How It's Made," "Megastructures," or "Dirty Jobs," I think of Glen. He probably would have loved these shows.

That's all for now. Suffice to say, Glen is with me every day. Yes, no post from me is complete without some reference to Manowar (his supposed favorite band). So, some new lyrics, from their 2007 release, "Gods of War"

They said hold your head up high
Raise your fist up in the air
Play metal louder than hell
Louder than hell

I miss him every day.

Jay

Christmas 1998

At Oguz's wedding...

Glen,
Not much to say except that I still miss you being around and the fun we had in and out of Teleos. We could probably write a book about the fun we had there. Anyway, I still think of you just as much as before if not more. I miss the fun times and the time we spent building the speakers. You will always be a great friend. - mike

Remember this?

Each year at this time I find myself thinking a lot about Glen. I was thinking about some very random memories like the day you played my guitar with your violin bow. Mostly I remember learning stuff from you about electronics and music. And of course I remember the mischief. I can't write all of it here but some random little things that I recall include stalling out the van in the middle of a huge puddle; playing monopoly with you being all money grubbing "muah ha ha" and then a sore, sore loser (runs in the family); when you told me you were engaged before you told mom and dad and I promised not to tell; wearing your high school letter jacket; and who could forget your big bear hugging arms? I miss you.

Give Junior a squeeze for me. I miss him!

There really aren't many days when I don't think of Glen. I've once again been meaning to sit down and write something on this site, but sometimes the sadness of losing someone I cared so much for keeps me from writing. Anyhow, this is another Jay/Glen/Dan story, with an ironic side story. Last summer, Anthrax decided to tour again with their original lineup. I didn't know it then, but Anthrax was Jay's favorite band; I always thought it was Metallica. Jay and I had met up at the Judas Priest/Queensryche show with my friend Mike, and we also went to see Megadeth with Dream Theater. (That concert has a side story to it; I lost Jay, in fact, he was chased from the building. I'm certain the results could have been uglier if Glen were there, but) Jay and I decided to go see Anthrax open for Judas Priest in Lowell, MA. Every time we meet we talk about Glen, swap stories, "Hey Jay, do you remember the time that Glen....." I know that Glen was with us in spirit that night as he always is when we go to shows. We get to the show, and that's when Jay explained that Anthrax was his favorite, and that he had not seen them live, I believe, since the last time I did, which was July of 1991, Clash of the Titans tour. It was a general admission show, both of us wanted to see Priest, but were really there for Anthrax. We made our way to the front of the stage. The pit that night was rather tame. I know that Glen would have been moshing, so I did a little. (Mostly just pushing Jay around, Glen would have been way more aggressive). Anthrax was awesome that night....every time Jay looked at me, he had the broadest smile I have ever seen on him; never seen him happier. I don't know which was better, the show, or Jay's response. I really, really wish Glen could have been there. I can picture how Glen's expressions would have likely looked. It's actually kind of bittersweet these shows Jay and I go to. I feel like he's there, and we're honoring his spirit, and that he would be there if he could, and the stories bring a smile to my face, but he's AWOL. I miss him. Here's the irony. My friend Mike, the one who went to the Queenryche show, lived in the same dorm as Me, Jay, and Glen. Mike was talking to one of his co-workers, who told him that his family has a website. Mike goes onto the website, and starts reading the stories that Jay and I have written here in the past. Mike works with Glen's cousin at a company formerly known as Centra. It's a small world.

Glen's birthday is next Wednesday, Dec. 22. So, I started thinking about his many contributions to our lives. In his short life, he gave us many cherished memories. But he also gave some tangible evidence of his genius. His paternal grandfather had made me a beautiful art deco desk back in 1962 (he was a superb cabinetmaker). I still enjoy that desk, and think of my father every time I sit at my desk. He had also made a few small end tables during his visit with us in McLean, Va. in the summer of 1972. His grandchildren still use those tables. So, this morning, I was thinking about my own mortality. What will I leave my kids besides money? Sure I wrote a few professional articles and gave many lectures, and even edited a book once. But what will my family see and enjoy in their lives five, ten, let alone forty years from now. Nothing! Yet, here I still love my desk my father had made for me forty two years ago. And the entire family regularly enjoys the five speakers that Glen designed and built for our home theater. They still sound terrific. We also use the two prototype speakers that he had designed and built mid-2001. They are being used with our plasma TV in the family room. In addition, we have Glen's two finished speakers. Those have a special place in the music room. He had finally created and finished speakers that he was proud of. His mother and I had heard those prototypes at the end of July 2001 and liked them a lot. We had praised him. After that he had cut many more speakers and had them ready to be finished. He had also bought the drivers for those speakers. They were ready to be assembled in his garage workshop. He was making them as Christmas gifts for his older brother Erol and possibly for some of his friends. He did not have time to complete the job. Then there is the first pair of loudspeakers that he had designed and built a few years before his accident. His brother Tim is using those big "monsters" with his TV set. They are impressive looking, but Glen had not been satisfied with the quality of their sound. That is why he kept thinkering with the electronics crossovers of those and even his latest design. That is why all those crossovers are still outside of the speakers. (Some day Tim should design and build nice boxes to house those crossovers.) So, Glen, in your brief time on this earth, you accomplished more than your father did. You left us with such wonderful reminders of your creativity. I feel very proud of you for being so creative and so generous. If only it did not hurt so much. Your absence is unbreable. I miss "my big guy." Your loving father, Erol.

It was on or about May 9, 1989, my 19th birthday. I had friends down from home in Pelham, NH visiting me. I happened to share my birthday with a girl named Raechel who I always called "twin"......we didn't look alike obviously. One of my other good friends, Carrie Forrant, decided she was going to have a cake party (yes, cake, I didn't drink at all then) for me and my twin. It was held on the 2nd floor of Dwight, our dorm room. I at the time was living on the 4th floor, Jay and Glen were in 112 on the 1st floor. Glen came to the party, with my friends from home and school...a lot of people in Maria Crespo's room. Carrie and I had a bit of fun covering each other with the cake.....not soon thereafter, a full scale cake fight erupted with Glen and my friend Jim leading the charge. I ended up covered in blue frosting....it was stuck in my glasses, it was stuck up my nose. It took me a few days to clear it all out. I can picture Glen grinning and laughing at the sight of me and the mess we had made. I have no idea who cleaned it up. Hey Jay.....I think it is time to tell your end of semester and/or your girlfriend's ex story. C'mon.....we were teenagers!!

I have wanted to tell this story for a year now.....I think about Glen and this story often. I have been talking with Jay about possibly going to see Metallica and Megadeth, which reminded me I should write my story. I wonder what Glen would think about new music all the time......anyhow..... Think what you will of this statement, but Glen helped me buy my vehicle. I was looking to replace my Pontiac Grand Am. It was starting to have little problems here or there, and I didn't want to keep it until I had to spend a lot on repairs. I had never bought a new car, but was thinking about it. I had a bonus coming my way, so I thought the timing was right. I had always wanted a truck or a SUV. I had considered a few options, but decided to check out the 2004 Mitsubishi Endeavor in July 2003. I went to Nashua Mitsubishi in Nashua, knowing that I wanted a black vehicle. They had one on the lot. The salesman came over to talk with me, introducing himself as EC. He showed me the vehicle.....at some point in the discussion, as he obviously was not from around here, I asked where he was from. His answer....Turkey. Hmmmm, the only other person I know with connection to Turkey is Glen. Before the test drive, I stopped in my Grand Am to bring something to listen to. I had to check out the Infinity sound system, didn't I? I told the salesman as I stepped into the Endeavor that he probably wasn't going to like the music. He asks what it is....I say heavy metal. He says he likes it; is it the new Metallica?? It was....St. Anger. I loved the handling, the size, the sightlines, etc. How could I not buy it? As I have been typing, I am looking out at the black Endeavor, the one that three people tried to buy the same day I did, the one the company's owner wanted but it was already sold to me. The one that my friend Glen helped me to buy. Glen......I love it, and I miss you. I wish you could see Metallica/Megadeth with me and/or Jay.

Glen; Hey, you might not believe it, but not a day goes by that I don't think of you. For example...I'm getting ready to go see Wargasm in September (man, Wargasm, remember them--they were the shit!....you and I used to mosh-out in your dorm room to those guys back in '88), and I'm wondering who I can/should go with. Your name is always first on the list. I'd LOVE to be able to go see them with you next month. In any case, you may not have to pay admission, but you'll be there with me anyway, and I'll bust a few noses in the pit in your honor. My wife and I talk of you often. Our time as friends was only a small percentage of your life, but you impacted ours tremendously. Priscilla and I always laugh when we hear someone walking loudly---it's 'Glen' talking to us, we say. We always bring up the last few months of our time at Puffton Village--yes, it was strange, and some things definitely got in the way of our friendship, but, who can forget your 'super-speakers' blasting Maiden's "Chains of Misery" at 11 in June 1992!!! Showed our neighbors, did we!!! I also think back to 1988, when we were not yet roomies, but you were just down the hall, with your super homemade subwoofer and your kickin' speakers. We had a blast emptying out our dorm from time to time. I also think of the time you sprayed denatured alcohol in my eyes-yes, not fun for me, but we both laughed our asses off. Hey, who were you to know that I sleep with my eyes open!!! Sophomore year, I was a mess. I was struggling with the difficulty of all the classes, and wondering if I was going to wash out as an engineer. You kept my head on straight, and made me stay with it---although I did my best to change your mind!! In any case, I'm sitting here feeling nostalgic, and I wanted you to know. You're gone, but you're missed, and no matter where I go, what bands I see, what chords I strum, what thoughts I think, you're never far from me. Take care, bud; Jay

Glen, Still here bro, and still miss your friendship. As my kids are getting older I see some of you in thier actions, it makes me remember you and it makes me happy and sad at the same time. I miss you bro...

Dearest Glen, On the anniversary of your tragic accident... We want to let you know that we all miss you so much and think about you so often. We know you watch over our daughter, who shares your birthday, and know that she spends much time with your kind and loving spirit. We always tell her to say hello to you when we put her to bed and she smiles and knows just who we're talking about. Thank you for taking such good care of her (but please stop waking her up at 3 am...not funny!) There is not a day that goes by that we are not reminded of you and do not miss you. WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! Mike, Patty and Ariel. P.S. All your fish are still alive and well!!

This is an email to Sue Caglarcan from a college friend of Glen's: Hi Sue, Actually I think we might have met the one time I was at your house in "Drunxbury", as Glen called it. He cared very much for you, but you know that. Shortly after the accident, Glen's friend Jim called me......I guess he was going through Glen's stuff and found my number. He told me that there would be a website, but neither one of us contacted each other after the first conversation. I guess the more I avoided it, the less real Glen being gone was? My favorite band was and is Megadeth because of Glen. The first time we met, he was shaking our dorm room walls with Judas Priest...so I had to visit. His taste was a little heavier than mine......but I picked up Slayer, Metallica, Overkill, etc.....'cause of your brother. Jay, Glen and I were all engineering students, so we spent a decent amount of time together. We kept in touch when I transferred to UNH. He came up to visit me there, came to my graduation party, etc. I went down to see him at UMass several times. When he left for Texas, and then New Jersey, we still talked, but a lot less frequently. I finally decided to find the website on Saturday.......and then I cried.

Mike & Patty Baiano's baby Airiel shares the same birthday as Glen. At the birthday party they put Glen's name on the cake along with Airiel's. Click on the picture.

My name is Mike, I first met Glen when he started working at Teleos in Eatontown NJ. We both worked in the Hardware group as engineers. As time passed we became very good friends. We both had the sickest sense of humor and like to do things just for the fun of it. Don't get me wrong we took our job very seriously. Glen was one of the fastest learners that I have ever met. Technically he was awesome! I'm not sure why I am writing this, its not to tell about his technical abilities, but more to tell about the rare kind of friend that Glen was. I know he's watching me type this so I kind of feel like when old friends get together and talk about the funny things they did. I really miss Glen.

BUILDING SPEAKERS: I worked with Glen on the speakers he has on "www.purespeakers.com". We built them in my garage over a few weekends. WE had a great time building them. My kids look forward to Glen's visits. At one point we were gluing the formica onto the MDF. The glue was very strong, we also had a kerosene heater running that made it worse! At one point I did not know what the hell was going on because of the Glue having an effect on me. Glen was still ok and made me leave the garage and recover. Glen went back into the garage to finish up the glueing. The speakers came out awesome. take a look at them.

WRESTLING AT WORK: Glen and I used to wrestle alot at work. I remember we were rolling around the floor and my boss having to step over us to get by. We also used to attack people, our best victum was Mike Biano (another great person). We would chase Mike around Teleos until we trapped him then wrestle him to the ground. Glen was relentless! We would actually plan these attacks on Mike, or, we would see mike in the hall and attack him. We also used to attack others Tayseer was another person that would attack us. He did this once too many times for Glen. We snuck up to his office and I went in first (Tayseer was an ex-boxer) throwing a fast pummeling of punches at him. Tayseer was caught off guard. It was Glens turn... Glen jumped in like a Hawk attacking a small rabbit. Within seconds he had Tayseer on the floor in some unknown wrestling hold telling him to give up. Tayseer had no choice. Another time I saw Glen pick up Ken Arajio and swing him around like a rag doll. I don't know what Ken did but I'm sure he asked for it.

TIME CAPSULE: Teleos had the strangest bathrooms, the top of the bathrooms were used for storage. Glen and I decided that this was a great place for a time capsule. We used to have contests on what we could throw up there. We used to throw chairs, cards, equipment, food, anything you could think of went up there...

GLEN'S BIRTHDAY: Once on Glens birthday I got about twenty guys to sneak up on him in his office to deliver his birthday beating. We'll I think we got the beating.

BASEBALL TICKETS: We once got two tickets to the yankees world series game seven. We never thought we would be able to use them because the Yanks we ahead by three games. We'll we decided to sell the tickets. We spent days on the phone calling places in NY trying to find someone to buy the tickets. We started out looking for a rediculous amount for them. They were right behind third base. As time went on we weren't getting any bites. We finially found someone local that we sold them to. We had to lie to the vendor that gave the tickets to us. I am sure she wouldn't have given them to us if she thought it would go to seven games. We almost blew this one!

HALLOWEEN PARTY: While at Teleos Glen and I were incharge of comming up with ideas for games at the Halloween party. One of our ideas was a pie eating contest. Each team had four people on the pie eating relay team. Glen and I were on the same team but we didn't win but it was fun. We had apple dunking where people almost got drowned. At one point in the party we began to watch Mike Baiano. We loved to watch Mike, watch girls. We were on the second floor watching Mike on the outside with a million dollar smile staring at this girl. We were laughing our asses off watching Baiano. HARMONS

GOING AWAY PARTY: We had a going away party for Mike Harmon at Teleos. Glen Mike Baiano and myself were incharge of the party. We wrote jokes about Mike Harmon. No-one laughed at them except for the three of us. We stayed up till about three in the morning the night before trying to make a movie using Barbie dolls and Gi Joes. We did make finish the movie after so many screwups we were punchy. The next day we showed them at the party. People couldn't believe what we did in the movie nothing dirty, it was so stupid that it was funny... Glen was one of those guys that would stick by you no matter what you were doing. He would participate in anything. I sometimes see Glen in my own kids, their actions, the things they say. I would hope that my kids would grow up to be like him. Mr and Mrs Caglarcan you had a very fine son! I really miss him.

In between apartments and research trips, Glen lived with us for a few months in Texas. During that time, Erol's company sent him to California for about eight weeks of training. So, for a short while, it was just Glen and I. One day, Glen came in from the backyard with a mischievous smile on his face. It turns out, he'd been talking at great length with one of our neighbors, about what I can't recall, and Glen realized that the neighbor thought he was Erol. Glen said, "Erol's going to come home, and that guy is going to either think that he's lost his mind or that Erol's just a huge jerk!"

When we first bought our house in Austin, one of the first things we wanted to do was get a dog. We already had my cat, Sadie, and Glen made sure she got lots of attention, especially since Erol is less than fond of felines (and allergic to them to boot). We made several trips to the animal shelter, with Glen always stopping by to meet the kitties as well as helping us look for the right dog. When we finally found our puppy, a paperwork snafu caused a delay, and I was really worried they'd let someone else adopt him in the few days it took for them to find and process our application. We got the go-ahead to pick him up right after work on a weekday, but Erol had an appointment, and it looked like we'd have to wait another day. Without my even asking, Glen offered to go with me to bring our little puppy home. I'll always remember driving home with Glen in the backseat with little Tucker, who, shaking and scared, was snuggled up in Glen's arms. From that evening on, Tucker was always very attached to Glen. He could pick out the sound of Glen's car (stereo blaring, of course) from blocks away, and would be at the back door awaiting his arrival minutes before he pulled in to the driveway. And when Glen got his first motorcycle, Tucker always recognized the sound of it, too. Even after Glen moved back to New Jersey, Tucker still remembered him. One time we were at my mom's house, and Glen drove from New Jersey to pick Erol up. When Glen knocked on the back door, Tucker started his usual guard dog barking routine, but when he saw that it was Glen at the door, he started wiggling and crying with excitement--he knew exactly who it was, even though he hadn't seen him for more than a year. As anyone who knew Glen knows that he was definitely a "cat person", and I'd have to say that Tucker is definitely a "Glen dog"!

Every night when Glen came home from work, Guns and Junior would be waiting for him by the steps at Glen's townhouse. He would drop his jacket and his beat-up black briefcase and get down on the floor and play with those two for several minutes before going up to his room. Speaking of his briefcase, it was more grey than black from wear and tear. And it was always full. Unfortunately, we did not get to give him his birthday present in December. A few months before his untimely death, we had bought a beautiful new leather briefcase for him and were going to give it to him on December 22nd. It was similar to the one that he had been using. As you can imagine, emptying that old briefcase was extremely painful. Of course, we kept his favorite bag.

The subwoofer story......I was Glen's roommate at UMASS/Amherst for most of his first two years, and then his last year. Both of us shared a huge love for music, so that's how we met each other (details: I heard "Anthrax" pounding out of his room, so I *knew* I had to meet him :) ). Glen was already into building speakers at that point, in particular, subwoofers. Since we both had a pretty heavy school workload, the only time we'd get a chance to talk would be late at night after all the studying was done (Glen's frosh roomate used to sleepwalk, but that's another story :) ). We'd spend hours talking about music and sound reproduction. Glen was constantly pushing the design envelope on his subwoofers, and he got it in his head to use the entire dormitory as a resonance chamber. So, at the end of first semester freshman year, actually during finals, he rigged the subwoofer up in one of the stairwells, so that the entire building would amplify the low frequencies emitted by it. After he set it all up, he *of course* had to test it....we argued for a few minutes about the *right* music, and in the end settled on Pink Floyd's "The Delicate Sound of Thunder." Oh boy.....once the intro to the first track started playing, the whole building started literally vibrating, and I started to get nauseous. He let it run for about 2 minutes, and by this time, alarms were going off and the whole building was awake. Making a long story short, he got the whole contraption back into his room before anyone figured out what it was. To this day, I've never laughed so hard....all those people, wondering what the heck was going on. Glen gave 150% to everything he did...including speaker design! :)

This is a story about Glen's cat Guns. Glen's friends Augie and Viola are his caregivers now. This is an email from Viola about Guns...... When Augie brought Guns home, I expected him to run and hide. I knew he was skiddish and he had just been through a traumatic experience. But, unbelievably, he came out of the carrier and immediately attached himself to us. He walked back and forth between us, rubbing and licking. After a while, he laid down on the rug next to us and gave us the "rub my tummy" look. The only time he became afraid was when strangers came to the house. That only lasted about 2 weeks. It was tough in the beginning because my older cat "Kitty" was not too happy about sharing her house with another animal. We kept them separated for about a month and they had little fights with each other through closed doors. Slowly, we introduced them several minutes at a time (from a distance). After a while, we stopped holding them back and squirted them with water when they started to fight. Soon, they were tolerating each other. This is the stage where they remain today. I guess it's safe to say they will never love each other! Guns is an extremely lovable cat. He is very social and not shy at all. He'll take love where ever he can get it, and if you don't pay attention to him he gets vocal and talks with his squeaky half-meows. It was easy to fall in love with him! When I first met Glen, it was his affection for my cat that first endeared me to him. To see Glen, this big guy, sitting on floor holding my fluffy white kitty kissing and petting her was just so touching and so real. Every time he came over he would say "where's Kitty?" It's such a silly thing, but it's something I always think about when I think about him. That and his big bear hug when he would leave to go home. It was easy to love him, too. He was definately a rarity and we miss him so much. I'm glad we could honor him by taking care of Guns. I think he's really happy about that.

The very first time I "met" Glen was online in a computer game called "Diablo". Mike was working on his airplanes so he hooked me up with Glen online to keep me entertained while he worked. We played until 2am, it was a work night and I had an early meeting the next day...I had been begging him for 2 hours to end the game, but Glen wouldn't let me. "One more time" he said a thousand times...and against my better judgment I agreed to "One **absolutely, positively** more time"...We had just made it to "Hell", the hardest level, and just as we were ready to collect our booty and sign off, Glen got cut down by a bunch of baddies...Oh the dilemma...there, surrounded by a bunch of evil Succubi, lay all of Glen's coveted weapons and armor. It's bad gaming etiquette to NOT help your buddy get his stuff back, but I *knew* if I tried to help him I was going to get killed too and we would be in for at least another hour of game play to get *both* our stuff back. I consulted Mike, "Wahhh, I have to get up in just a few hours, what should I do??"..."You're on your own," he said. Now understand that I have never met Glen in person before...I knew how close he and Mike were and I didn't want to get on his bad side (Mike and I had just started dating!!)...So again, against my better judgment, I decided to help him and sure enough I got killed too! It took us 'till 4:30 am to get our stuff back that night! I crawled through work the next day (and never let him forget it), but it was one of the best times I ever had playing that game.

I'll call this story "The Food Pill"...it starts with Glen coming over to use Mike's spray booth and me inviting him to have dinner with us. As we sat down to eat a healthy meal of chicken, green vegetables, and a giant salad, Glen raises an eyebrow as he watches mike do his "food connoisseur" routine (waving the aroma of the food under his nose...spicing every item individually to taste, etc.) I notice that Glen was hardly touching any vegetables..."What's the matter", I asked, "You don't like vegetables?"...."They're OK," he said, "I'm just more of a meat an potatoes kind of guy."..."In fact," he continued, "I'm not really big on eating at all...I would much prefer if meals came in pill form"...We stared at him incredulously as he politely continued to eat his meal. A couple of weeks later, he came over again..."Glen, have dinner with us tonight, I'm cooking a perfect meal for you...all meat and potatoes, just for you"..."Cool," he said...I called them up for dinner a while later and placed a plate in front of Mike with a two inch thick piece of filet minion, a giant lobster tail, and a huge baked potato on it...I placed another plate of the same in front of my seat and eyed Glen as he drooled over the dishes anticipating one of his own..."Here you go," I said, as I placed a huge plate...empty except for one giant vitamin in front of him..."I had yours made into a pill just like you wanted"...and if I only had a camera I would LOVE to show you his face - it actually took a few seconds for him to realize we were busting him :-))

(from a letter to Mike Baiano dated 10-18-01) ...I'll tell you that I was having drinks with Glen a couple of months ago and we were talking about what he was doing, and who we had been keeping in touch with. From our conversation, I felt Glen really valued your friendship with him. I'm sure you probably already know that - you shared one of his great loves (bikes), but you always wonder about that kind of thing afterwards. It's a really confusing and upsetting thing to loose a friend, let alone such a young and alive guy like Glen. He's one of those guys that everybody likes, and he liked everybody. There really aren't that man people like that, which makes it that much sadder. People say this, and it always sounds korny, but I really was just glad to have known him. It's kind of wierd because I went to call Al back, and Glen's contact information was next to Al's in my Palm pilot. I can't call him, but I can't get rid of his contact from my address book - just another one of those things that messes with your head.

I have been there before and I have it on my desktop now. So many memories of all of us startin on the speakers. I remember breathing too many glue fumes and almost passing out. Wrestling in the Lab, attacking eachother, Taping eachother up. * The video tape for Harmon * So many memories of all of us startin on the speakers. How we busted on you for spending time cleaning the table saw. I remember breathing too many glue fumes and almost passing out. * Wrestling in the Lab, * attacking eachother, * Taping eachother up * Attacking Tayseer * Tayserr attacking us * Glen unloading on Ken Arajio * Watching the fights at my home * the all around abuse... i loved it!

Most people have heard this story but I would still like to post it here...It's my favorite story of Glen, and one that summarizes the depth of his honor and goodness for me... About three years ago, when I found out that Glen played the violin, I teased him that if Mike and I got ever married I wanted him to play at our wedding. He eagerly agreed because he knew he was safe...He was *sure* that Mike - the self-proclaimed, never-ending Bachelor - would *never* get married... The day we told Glen that we were engaged, I swear the color drained from his face, but he never said a word...he just remembered his promise. I found out after that day, that he went straight to his attic and took down the violin that he had abandoned so long ago. He spent hundreds of dollars getting it restrung and refurbished and started practicing - he never once complained or tried to back out of his promise. I'll never forget how beautifully he played the violin for me as I walked down the isle...

I don't know if you've ever hear us talk about Mike's fish tank...but Mike has an amazing salt water reef tank full of hard to keep soft corals and fishes...it's his pride and joy. Last summer when Glen was over painting some speakers, he came with us to the fish store...while we were there, Mike saw a beautiful school of small iridescent blue/green fish called "Chromies"...He loved them, but since he had already spent a lot of money that day on other essentials, I told him that he could not to buy them... Glen didn't miss a beat...when he saw Mike's disappointment, he said "I'll buy them for you"...I argued, but he insisted, so we went home that day with ten of "Glen's Chromies"... Last week among all of the other disasters we've had to overcome trying to get the house finished and put back together...one of the hoses on the reef tank lost a siphon and in his efforts to save it, Mike accidentally broke a florescent bulb into the water...it would be impossible for me to detail exactly what happened, but in a nutshell, 30 gallons of salt water was pumped onto my living room floor, we lost about 40% of our biological filtration, and poisonous fluorides from a broken light were introduced into the system. Mike was up until 4:00 in the morning trying to save the tank...He finally came to bed but when he got up 2 hours later to go to work he came in and told me that our tank was dying...Nine fish had already died in just 2 hours...I told him to stay home from work and do whatever it took to try to save the rest, but it didn't look very promising as the rest of the fish were either dying, or trying to jump out of the tank. I went back to bed because there was nothing I could do to help...but before I went back to sleep, I said a prayer to Glen to please save his Chromies because they were the only fish that we could never truly replace. When I got up later, Mike had stabilized the tank...we ended up losing 3/4 of our fish and corals, but I'm happy to say that every single one of Glen's Chromies is alive and still happily swimming about...Isn't that cool??

David, Mike, Augie and Glen were moving David's furniture into my basement for storage. After they finished the heavy job, and as they were leaving I hugged David, Mike and Augie. Glen was standing there tall and quietly observing. I said to him, Glen, I don't know you very well but every one who comes into this house gets hugged good-by and so I am going to hug you too. And so I did. He shyly and quietly said that is OK and accepted my hug. I do think that he was surprised and pleased to be included in the moment. I had met Glen only a few times but I will remember him.

Glen gave the best presents. Let me explain. When I was in college he gave me his KEF speakers. I blasted music through the dorm and blew a tweeter in one of them. Today they're part of my surround sound system. Last year for Christmas he sent me an MP3 player, how cool. Even when we were kids without money, he made me a pedal board for my guitar effects pedals. He always gave me stuff that directly related to the thing I loved the most, music. He was very thoughtful that way. Along with these things, he gave me confidence. He would let me hang out with him and watch him put together his stereo and other electronic stuff. He taught me how to hook stuff up, how to take things apart, how to solder. Not by explaining it to me really but just by letting me watch him work. His magic was a pairing of putting some thought into it and just going for it. That's something I still apply to my life. Plus he never disregarded me because I was a girl. Today he is right there beside me when I'm hooking up all the components in my music studio. He's quiet as usual but he's there. I built my own studio - how the hell did I do that? When my band comes to my place or anyone for that matter, no one knows how to work the equipment except me. But I don't know, I just do it. I use my common sense and confidence I guess. I'm not afraid of this stuff. This also applies to computers. I'd always call him up to get advice on what to do about a computer problem, or which computer software or hardware product to buy, etc. Of course, many times he spoke in another language altogether but I got it eventually. Whenever I have a technical problem now, I just think of him and work through it. I realize that whether he meant to or not, Glen taught me that I could do anything.

When I was a teenager and pre-teen I was listening to bad 80s music while Glen was listening to heavy metal in his room next to mine. Not knocking 80s music but Glen's influence added a whole other dimension to my musical experience. At first I thought what the hell is that noise he's listening to?? And of course it would be blasting from his room. Soon after he started making cassette copies of his albums for me. I would listen to them on my Walkman on the way to school. My favorites were Judas Priest, this Ozzy live album, and Metallica's Ride the Lightning. Never got into his Iron Maiden though, don't know why. I began playing these songs on guitar as well. I did grow out of it though (well mostly) but Glen continued to love that stuff.

One of my fondest memories of Glen was this one day when I visited him and Erol in Austin. He took me for a ride on his motorcycle. At the time he had the Kawasaki. He took me through the lush green hills of Austin. The roads curved endlessly until finally opening up above the lake. He taught me how to lean around the curves. Not exactly a comfortable ride as a passenger on a racing bike. But every now and then when he leaned back and asked "you wanna keep going?" - everytime I'd say "yeah." It was a long, long ride. When it was over I was so sore I could barely walk. But I tried so hard to play it cool and pretend I was fine. Thanks for that ride Glen. It was awesome.