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Frank Birgfeld posted a condolence
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Memories of Windy. How about a thousand?
Our first meeting was in Daytona Beach at a broker, Joseph E Barry & Sons, who had pilfered customer money and, then, lit fire to his building in attempt to hide his crime. Windy arrived after me in a stylish govermnment un-air conditioned Rambler. After wiping down the soot on the furniture, we got to work.
His first words to me were, Frank, my name is "Windy" and by the time we go out for lunch, you'll know why.
Like me, he grew up in Washington and he went to Wilso, my father's high sachool.
Windy and I had plenty of situations that we worked together. While the job was done, we always managed to squeeze out a healthy dose of comic relief. For instance, the aforementioned Joe Barry was caught wearing only his underwear in his attic and did a nice stretch by reason of Windy's work.