Craig, or Craigy was a family friend. He often joined my brother and I in our unrelenting torture of our sisters. Craigy developed the most heinous curse, guaranteed to send my sisters crying to our mom. Please use this carefully: Punk Baby Garbage Breath.
My brother (Bill) and Craig had an interest in electronics. My role was to lure my sisters into the trap. Bill and Craig built a radio transmitter that allowed them to broadcast on the same frequency as WNDR (the uber pop station of the time). I turned on the radio and encouraged my sister Cindy to listen to the hits of the day. All at once there was a news bulletin: Cindy is ugly! Followed by an update: Cindy is fat! Cindy ran screaming to my mother and Craig's mom with the unlikely story that we somehow controlled the radio. Craigy, Bill and I looked incredulous, exclaiming: How could we possibly broadcast over a radio station? My mother sensing something was up admonished Cindy not to pay attention to us… and with a bemused smile suggested we go outside and play. This is the essence of Craig Schermerhorn.
The Klaila family now spread far and wide is celebrating the life of Craig.
ps. We will be happy to share the plans for the electric chair for…. never mind.